Deep in the Hard Part (2)
Ready, SteadyThe story we are in comesas we go to meet itin smoke, in dust, in sand,with nylon ropes loweredinto caves of twisted metal,into bunkers, tunnels and wells.So many hands on so many threads,so little water, so little light.On the steps down, disappearing behind us,commerce, luxury, the weary—up from below, echoing, foot falls.VectorsClear blue skies released seedsof perdition, parasites drivingjets.That much is known. This, too:some here, on the ground, turnedtheir backs, ran away, back tonews desks, classrooms, film sets,to concoct prognoses reassuringto those addicted to constant comfort,convenient for those predisposedto contempt.The sons of perdition find themopen, compatible.The favor is returned—one virusshaking hands with another,a mutual recognition of intellectsgrown cold.With Caesar in GaulThey are not like us, the ones we face.No uniforms, no flags, no enlistment centers.The ground we take todaywe took last month.We race from fire to fire.Here, no victory is complete—and we know it.Here, we find no allies—just defectorsrotating in and out of our camps.The local people face us with uncanny unity,formed of religion—a mutual understanding,now weak, now strong, born and reborn,despite their own quarrels, enmities and betrayals.Do not read too much into their opposition to one another.In the School of HateIn primary classwalls are papered withscrawled lines from Koran,copied by children,selected by teachers,and hung with light chains,student necklaces.In phys-ed classesthe walls are hung withsets of heavy chains,sizes short to long,and flat knives reservedfor the most specialanniversaries.In chemistry classfertilizer sitsto be studied notfor agriculturebut for propertiesuseful to bomb making—and there are more chains.Biology classis reserved for boyswho want to grow upto be physiciansto the self-flayedand to the womenwho survive beatings.In Georgraphywe take up the mosquesof Amsterdam andminarets of Rome,of Ile de Paris.We dream new bordersfor Eurabia.In Media Labwe are taught to runLe Monde, Der Spiegel,The Guardian, andBBC, for that daywhen they plead, weeping,Take it—don’t hurt us.Here, in house of hate,whip a man, and hewill remember hislessons for a week.Teach a man to whiphimself and he willapply his lessonsforever.Quiet, Now, in BrooklynTo recall what beauty in the worldreflects, if only in a moment—first frost melting, warm fall morning—and beauty from beautyremade with human hands.To recall what we arewho would project our eyesour blood outside solar system to seeplanets up close, and more stars—despite those who would blind us.Sleet now glistens onmaple flowers under lamplight,morning star unseenbehind overcast—all under wartime.
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