My dear Uppity-ites:
We’ve endured a rough three-week blinding and soul-vacuuming focus on Little Anthony. (Enough to turn one into a lez, FCS!).
Anyway, past is not necessarily prologue, so let’s refresh our souls. Nothing better suited to that task than poetry. I believe there are two immutable truths about poetry:
1. We all NEED it, whether or not we’re conscious of that fact.
2. We never get enough of it.
Yesterday, I received this poem by email (from this worthy site: Poemhunter) and, finding it remarkably powerful, I sent it to Aunt Upps. Predictably, she loved it and suggested I post it for your delectation and our mutual edification. Good poems are better enjoyed in the sharing.
So, here it is — a brilliant piece by the late, great, Edwin Brock. (Read all about Mr. Brock here.)
Five Ways To Kill A Man
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation’s scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no-one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
Let’s have your thoughts on the piece.