No April fool, today
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 9:54 am
No April Fool, today
(April 1st 2008)
This morning
I was in the shower
and the phone rang.
“Who’s dead?”
I thought
as I rinsed the soap from my face;
my wet ears ringing.
We were charging 24 shots
of explosives
Jerry had come to help
and Bernie and I were to follow
this expert miner's advice
but Bern didn’t like bombs then,
so he let me and Jerry have the fun.
23 shots were lit
and the sparkler
that we light our bombs with
went out !
“You go!”, he screamed
"It's safer that way".
I replied “No,
we started this together
we finish it together.”
So we waited
5 seconds
10 seconds
with 23 hissing bombs
reminding us of our mortality
as we tortured that stubborn fuse.
Done! He said
and like a true professional
he reminded me to walk, not run.
A few years later
we were drinking home-made beer
under his pepper-corn tree
down by the dry, red sand creek
outside his "dug-out" shack
and as he spoke
he took us all
back to those moments
among the fuses hissing.
He stared at the others fixedly
then whispered to all,
“You know Mat, I like you for that;
No, No! I love you for that!"
We had bonded
somewhere beyond fear,
and my ears were still ringing:
“Hello Mat, it’s Eva,
Jerry died this morning.
I wanted to ring you
before you heard it from
any-one else.”
...and my ears are still ringing.
Matj
(April 1st 2008)
This morning
I was in the shower
and the phone rang.
“Who’s dead?”
I thought
as I rinsed the soap from my face;
my wet ears ringing.
We were charging 24 shots
of explosives
Jerry had come to help
and Bernie and I were to follow
this expert miner's advice
but Bern didn’t like bombs then,
so he let me and Jerry have the fun.
23 shots were lit
and the sparkler
that we light our bombs with
went out !
“You go!”, he screamed
"It's safer that way".
I replied “No,
we started this together
we finish it together.”
So we waited
5 seconds
10 seconds
with 23 hissing bombs
reminding us of our mortality
as we tortured that stubborn fuse.
Done! He said
and like a true professional
he reminded me to walk, not run.
A few years later
we were drinking home-made beer
under his pepper-corn tree
down by the dry, red sand creek
outside his "dug-out" shack
and as he spoke
he took us all
back to those moments
among the fuses hissing.
He stared at the others fixedly
then whispered to all,
“You know Mat, I like you for that;
No, No! I love you for that!"
We had bonded
somewhere beyond fear,
and my ears were still ringing:
“Hello Mat, it’s Eva,
Jerry died this morning.
I wanted to ring you
before you heard it from
any-one else.”
...and my ears are still ringing.
Matj