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Eyes
you stare astounded at my own astonished eyes.
for once, at last, we see.
soon, to feuds and warring clans,
may come this antidote more radical than guns,
more mind-blowing than drugs,
more harrowing,
truly more harrowing - and
yet
nothing more drastic than truly to see the enemy
and his blood; simply to look unblinkingly -
not through our usual black-and-white filters -
but to stare astounded. to stare, and stare until
the truth of sight becomes a mirror to our soul.
until we feel the mettle of his blues,
read his face’s panoply of hues,
his draining pools of dreams, and the
running
streaks of tears and rust…
so that when his blood
comes spurting redly at our thrust
we cannot look
away. no. and we will own his pain as
well
© Chuma Nwokolo, Jr (2008)
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Gap ('... remember, it's all in the gaps..' - Dai Harding, 2008)