Odd is it that I should think of clothing while looking at such horrific pictures. What ragged soul bore the tattered shirt I wear? What insistent thrashing from the fuming globe did the arms in these ragged sleeves undergo? Of their troubles... might I know? A second hand story, a second hand building, second hand smoke curling allegiance to breath, second hand food, second hand clothing. ...Death. Every piece of clothing I own has a hole in it somewhere, a tear, a stubborn thread, shrunken look, sedated color, a missing button, a snag, a raging crinkle, or furled collar, not unlike my heart over the genocide of a people. © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman 1. U.N. halts Gaza aid deliveries, blames Israel 2. The Green Prophet 3. U.N. Suspends Gaza Aid Operations 4. The Daily Banter
(The Weaver's Song)