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Charleston

Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 12:14 am
by dedalus
Regard the gimcrack jalousies of the jaded south
whence come cries of anguish rolling over the plain.
Grandparents will outlive their children’s children
and mothers, hollow-eyed, will take to their beds.
The War, say the living, is over! But it will never
be over for the dead, blank-eyed, rotting in the fields.

The cause was no sudden desire for fame or freedom;
just the more normal urge for greed to seek advantage.
Very few lives would be transformed by final victory;
and very many lives simply ceased to continue. Alas!
keen the warriors’ wives, their mothers and sisters, their
daughters … and even their fifty-cent scarlet women.

That such a thing should be. That such an awful thing
should be allowed to continue. It will always continue
as long as spring and autumn rains fall down on this earth,
as long as tides rise and fall under their distant mistress,
as long as lovers maintain their close understandings
and keep a flame burning amid all demand and excess.

Re: Charleston

Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:41 pm
by David
A lamentation. A good one. I think I see Old Glory fluttering over this.

Cheers

David

Re: Charleston

Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:30 am
by cynwulf
... or, topically, perhaps the rebel Southern Cross. I appreciated the overall sentiment, well expressed, but wd differ on some of the detail-eg 'few lives wd be transformed'. 'Whence' in l2 seemed rather archaic for the general register of the poem, I almost expected an 'o'er' rather than 'over' later in the line to fit with it. Enjoyed the read.
Regards,c.

Re: Charleston

Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:56 pm
by David
cynwulf wrote:... or, topically, perhaps the rebel Southern Cross.
That's what I meant! Got my flags mixed up.