Printer Friendly

Poetry Makes Nothing Happen.


W.W. 1 poets reveal to the world
truths of hidden horrors.
Who remembers them:
Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg and Greaves,
when children are just taught
to recite, "In Flanders Fields?"

Sixties labelled it genocide;
seventies called it suicide;
eighties turned primordial and glorified.

The Holocaust, a marketable commodity
sells mini-series space at CBS,
and while the world shrinks,
swollen bellies of babies
dying next door
... still beyond our control.

Auden summed it up best: "Poetry," he wrote,
"makes nothing happen,"

Humanity elects to blindly enjoy
the freedom of walking
bow to stern and back again,
unaware our vessel's course
has long since been set.

Pheryne Williams Thatcher is a Vancouver poet.
COPYRIGHT 2000 Black Writers' Guild
No portion of this article can be reproduced without the express written permission from the copyright holder.
Copyright 2000, Gale Group. All rights reserved. Gale Group is a Thomson Corporation Company.

Article Details
Printer friendly Cite/link Email Feedback
Author:Thatcher, Pheryne Williams
Article Type:Poem
Date:Jan 1, 2000
Previous Article:Men in Spandex.
Next Article:Kitchen Doors & Two By Fours.

Related Articles
Poetic license.
South Carolina: the poetry state: a professor teams with a newspaper to help bring lone voices and their work out into the open.
What poetry means to me: inside the mind of a young reviewer.

Terms of use | Privacy policy | Copyright © 2021 Farlex, Inc. | Feedback | For webmasters |