Causal Chains - Victims
Causal Chains - Victims
I
Crash victims are constrained to change of plan,
their karmic threads led to one time, one place,
who won nor great renown, nor state of grace,
no statement made, no grade, - trapped also-ran.
Smash victims: ordinary girl or man
whose function filled a causal void to trace
world's tipping point as joint between Earth, space,
catalyzing universal plan.
Dash victims subject to a searching scan,
still fill a fulcrum role on which to base
a change of pace for all the human race
tripping switch to hitch 'we wish', 'we can! '
Though victims' stars from headlines disappeared
flash accident safe guidelines pionneered...
II
Crash victim once was mother of fair five
who now mourn visage torn before its time
from hearth and home to starry dome - alive
remaining in hearts aching at that crime.
Smash victim, mother to statistic turned
by accident as luck and life ebbed out,
dust dust returned ignores love's merits earned
ensuring offspring should not do without.
Dash victim seem both she who saw hopes crushed
and he who rushed towards unwanted fate,
mirth into earth conveyed light laughter hushed -
two families impacted on that date.
Both mourning irresponsibility
can't put clocks back, derail eternity.
III
Crushed victim seemed an ordinary man
whose sojourn saw so few fond hopes come true,
who met forgetfulness out of the blue -
banns cancelled out by error all should ban.
Smash victim seemed an ordinary man
swift 'hither hurried whence? ' drew scarlet spew, -
no damsel, book of verse, oasis dew,
but flask unasked tipped fate, unzipped life's fan.
Rush victim seemed an ordinary man,
yet all horizons filled for favoured few
who now must fend as best they can, eschew
bitter revenge 'spite wits at end, crushed span.
When victim's star imploded in black hole
could light carve curved nerve path preserving soul?
27 March 2008 1st sonnet revised 11 November 2008 3rd sonnet revised and expanded 20 April 2009 2nd sonnet
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see also
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Edward Fitzgerald
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness –
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
XXI
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
XXX
What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
And, without asking, whither hurried hence!
Another and another Cup to drown
The Memory of this Impertinence!
LXVII
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash my Body whence the Life has died,
And in the Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,
So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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