No Red Roses in a Blue Room (CTG)
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:36 pm
No Red Roses in a Blue Room
. . . one can live without having survived.
Carolyn Forché
Truly, I have survived but that is all:
the death squads sweeping the hills,
women and children burned in foxholes
by the judicious use of flamethrowers.
The dead received no proper burial,
no priest to intone the last rites,
to annoint their pale temples:
machine-gunned families, dumped
into mass graves dug in clay:
no red roses in a blue room!
Still, I must write of the losses,
compose these words of tribute,
until I am laid in my box
of Andalucian wood.
Christopher T. George
. . . one can live without having survived.
Carolyn Forché
Truly, I have survived but that is all:
the death squads sweeping the hills,
women and children burned in foxholes
by the judicious use of flamethrowers.
The dead received no proper burial,
no priest to intone the last rites,
to annoint their pale temples:
machine-gunned families, dumped
into mass graves dug in clay:
no red roses in a blue room!
Still, I must write of the losses,
compose these words of tribute,
until I am laid in my box
of Andalucian wood.
Christopher T. George