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Poem of the Week: Laren McClung

Poem of the Week: Laren McClung

by Levi Rubeck on June 8, 2012

FOR IBRAHIM QASHOUSH

They found you like a river stone
in the Orontes where the people fished
you out. And like oil on water
you take the tint of all colors.
Now a streetwise nation wakes,
thousands on the Brooklyn Bridge,
down Broadway, Cleveland,
L.A., on the lawn of the Capitol
jailbreaking our jobs and mountains,
our houses foreclosing or falling down.
There’s no due process to undo
a quarter-century of bankers
clapping the beat of a pop tune,
people lost to a blindfold of interest.
Listen. They’re singing your song
in the square, old and young, a voice
wading out where the cameras can see.

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Laren McClung is the author of Between Here and Monkey Mountain (Sheep Meadow 2012). She lives between two cities.

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Dan July 20, 2012 at 9:31 pm

I don’t understand this poem. I think I like it. But I don’t “get” it. I’d like to talk to the author about it – not just because she’s smokin’ hot and, I don’t doubt, a great writer – but because I knew Ibrahim for a moment. And I wonder what his death had to do with Broadway or Cleveland. But on the other hand, the very fact that you’re thinking about his lyrics, and the Brave Syrians Who Are Defining History, is good enough for me.

In those faultlines, I saw
men fall and rise anew
And Women stronger than
I’d ever seen
protecting their young things

that’s all history now
as the world makes mocking
sounds. And all we see is
The blood and guts
While a creative revolution
Goes unheard

It’s OK.
Kelmti Horra
One day. We will be in chains. Again.
We’re still in chains.
Listen to the song of history.

Look at the knife-like precision,
To borrow a phrase from
Another Great Terror
The face of fascism creates

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