Thursday, September 13, 2012

Again on 11, a poem


Again on 11

On this--day of mourning
and grief, building resolve,
once again we have a motive--                                                                   

extraordinary morning,
sky blue, parents off to work,
children to school--this time

in the African night
on the coast, in Benghazi,
rocket-fired grenades,

machine guns, bombs,
consulate on fire, ambassador
and staff killed, and all

the elaborate defenses
built in every American
post abroad and at home

questioned, how zealots,
furious, blind or organized,
can ram their horse

into the halls of Ilium,
but I have the metaphor
wrong. There are no Troys

or Ithacas left on earth,
just modern day
variations turned

to farce, men
dispossessed of reason,
ranting, misnaming God.

            Indran Amirthanayagam, September 12, 2012