I suppose

I suppose

 

I suppose it’s worth a try to turn away

deaf ear, blind eye

to switch the channel, close the screens

the streams of pus and devastation

stink and filth and rotten core

the bile and rage, the running sore

the men with rockets downing planes

corrupting power, ill-gotten gains

abuse of children, innocence

deflowered youth, barbed-wire fence

all day the news is pouring forth, never-ending sound- bite feed

Facebook stories, Twitter tweet

and we are sated  over-stuffed with pain and anguish

souls now lost, lives and loves now blown to hell

and all for what, the fight for land for right for power

atrocities new every hour

for ancient grievance, modern too

hatreds simmered, anger boiled

young men prepared to die and kill

for what for why for bloody hell.

And so instead of rolling news

perhaps I’ll stand and stare at views

at sunflower fields and barley blown

tamarisk’s pink fronds and feathers

the sweep of sun and summer weather

rain and storms then lightening flash

chasing shadows in the valley

bird profusion, buzzard ballet

watch them float upon the thermals

engross myself in butterflies, their daily flutter, dance and show

or cloud formations, ants in lines

bees about their to and fro.

Yes I’ll resolve to hit the zapper

lose the news and watch instead

the scurry scuttle, lizard’s  dart

busy world of black redstart

and quiet  the roar, the grizzly clamour,

yes I suppose it’s worth a try

to mend the heart to soothe the soul

not think, just drink

with eyes and ears and every sense

oblivion, in the loveliness.

22nd July 2014, Hounoux