{"article":{"id":31021,"heading":"Symbology minus one","author":"Gregory Sotir","created":"2003-02-23 15:24:45","modified":"2003-03-12 07:25:19","last_modified":"Wed, 12 Mar 2003 14:25:19","article":"<p>Symbology minus one <br><br> Do poems wait to be written? <br>  <br> May they never be written, never read?  <br>  <br> Paper sheets, <br>  <br> thick and rich like the top-of-the-cream <br>  <br> in bottles I can imagine, <br>  <br> drift down through the smoky air <br>  <br> in a room with reverberating rebar <br>  <br> and condemned concrete. <br><br> Thoughts that once filled this air  <br>  <br> now sprawl <br>  <br> limp and unmoving. <br>  <br> Dreams of last night  <br>  <br> that have no more doors. <br>  <br> Unfinished ice water slowly regains  <br>  <br> ambience on the floor <br>  <br> as the unfilled paper floats down  <br>  <br> to sop it up like so much gauze. <br><br> Will there ever be enough gauze to fill wounds <br>  <br> ever enough poets screaming and chanting their verse <br>  <br> ever enough time to escape the decimations of the past. <br><br> Metal flying through the sky is unusual. <br>  <br> Civilian deaths are not. <br>  <br> But they are connected. <br>  <br> As one strand of blue <br>  <br> lays next to threads of white <br>  <br> lays next to threads of red. <br><br> Crop circles are forming spontaneously.  <br>  <br> The SUV is proclaimed more valuable than human life. <br>  <br> The atom bomb is declared a weapon of choice <br>  <br> and torture is finally enshrined in legal prevarications. <br><br> Stranger things have happened. <br>  <br> What is made by people <br>  <br> comes back to people, <br>  <br> like metal flying through the air, <br>  <br> like paper floating up and then drifting down <br>  <br> like poems never written, <br>  <br> stopped and strangled, <br>  <br> disappearing in the bitter smoke. <br><br> G. Sotir 2003 <br>  <br> <\/p>\n","contact":"","link":"http:\/\/www.poetsagainstthewar.org\/","address":"","phone":"","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"An antiwar poem","numcomment":1,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/","filesize":null,"article_url":"\/news\/2003\/02\/31021.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[{"id":35007,"heading":"It's crap","article":"It's crap, George.  you're not a poet.\r\nRead my poem &quot;Waking Early Sunday Morning&quot;.","author":"Robert Lowell","parent_id":31021,"mime_type":"text\/plain","created":"2003-03-12 07:25:22","modified":"2003-03-12 07:25:22","fileurl":""}]}