Sunday, October 10, 2010

BIZARRE BAPTISM

Bang Bang Bang
Three shotgun blasts
Shattered silence
And innocence
Forever
A quiet fishing village
They said it was a horning
Crime of passion
I was young
But old enough to understand
John went to work as usual
That fateful morning
Except he carried
Gasoline and gun
There on the beach
Doused his boss
Threw the match
Frantic and on fire
Christopher
Headed for water
Dived beneath the waves
Beginning of a bizarre
Baptism
By fire and water
Three times did he dive
Under water
Then bob above the waves
Each time greeted by pellets
Of furnace-fire lead
I remember the body
On the beach
Blotches of pallid scalded skin
Patches of black between
Surreal
Lying in the sand

Bang Bang Bang
Three shotgun blasts
Shattered silence
And innocence
Violence
In cold blood
Fish must have nibbled
I thought
Few days later
Windfall
Big jacks and round-robin
Caught in seine
Had problems eating
Imagined them nibbling
At the body
Eucharist bread
I will make you fishers of men
He said
John the Bizarre Baptizer
Lost his head
In a time
Of no hesitation
To crucify or hang

Copyright ©2010 by G. Newton V. Chance

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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