today i read of rwandan tanks being moved in the direction of the drc where their m23 militia is being beaten by the un and drc forces. the dogs of war continue in the congo, year after year. how does it feel to the people living there? heaney's poem seems so very appropriate: (esp this line, "How long were they approaching down my roads/ as is they owned them?" ken
The Toome Road
One morning early I met armoured cars
In convoy, warbling along on powerful tyres,
All camouflaged with broken alder branches,
And headphoned soldiers standing up in turrets.
How long were they approaching down my roads
As if they owned them? The whole country was sleeping.
I had rights-of-way, fields, cattle in my keeping,
Tractors hitched to buckrakes in open sheds,
Silos, chill gates, wet slates, the greens and reds
Of outhouse roofs. Whom should I run to tell
Among all of those with their back doors on the latch
For the bringer of bad news, that small-hours visitant
Who, by being expected, might be kept distant?
Sowers of seed, erectors of headstones...
O charioteers, above your dormant guns,
It stands here still, stands vibrant as you pass,
The visible, untoppled omphalos.
--By Seamus Heaney (April 13, 1939 - August 30, 2013)When human beings found out about deathThey sent the dog to Chukwu with a message:They wanted to be let back to the house of life.They didn't want to end up lost foreverLike burnt wood disappearing into smokeAnd ashes that get blown away to nothing.Instead, they saw their souls in a flock at twilightCawing and headed back for the same old roosts(The dog was meant to tell all this to Chukwu).But death and human beings took second placeWhen he trotted off the path and started barkingAt another dog in broad daylight just barkingBack at him from the far bank of a river.And that was how the toad reached Chukwu first,The toad who'd overheard in the beginningWhat the dog was meant to tell. 'Human beings' he said,(And here the toad was trusted absolutely),'Human beings want death to last forever.'Then Chukwu saw the people's souls in birdsComing towards him like black spots off the sunsetTo where there were no roosts or nests or treesAnd his mind reddened and darkened all at onceAnd nothing that the dog would tell him laterCould change that vision. Great chiefs and great lovesObliterating light, the toad in mud,The dog crying out all night behind the corpse house.
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