…is a horrible title for a blog post. This is what happens when you procrastinate long enough and neglect your blog shamefully.
I was looking for a particular poem and I found this by the same author instead. It’s beautiful, poignant and simple, and sums up everything I want to say. Only, far more evocatively than I ever could.
There is a place
A land where the Vanni-sun flares,
licking shelled palm trees that dot the horizon, straggling into the sky
without a crown of leaves; headless, charred;
where the ground is covered in scrub, swathed in fine sienna dust,
and houses roofless, walls bullet-ridden, rice fields scorched by the sun, burnt by armies, stand voiceless, and
dogs three-legged, maimed by landmines,
wander around scratching shelled houses for food.
(Through this, a hobbled road;
with places to step-off on to,
meeting points, other pathways;
that no longer exists,
Now on this no-longer-road,
wind-propelled, the fire lifts, swooshing into the air;
burnt scrub wood, skeleton leaves, bone cinders, bigot sparks;
travelling in every direction,
to burn everywhere.
No longer one place
Ramya Chamalie Jirasinghe