I final checked out reader-submitted poems after 9/11 and wrote about them — their technical awfulness, their cliched, saccharine sentimentality — however finally about my lump-in-the-throat response to them. There’s something deeply reassuring that when many individuals are moved or scared or grieving, their intuitive impulse is to not shout or rant, however to harness their emotions of compassion and hope in a type of expression older than Homer, a type initially designed for timelessness, to final by way of generations, even among the many illiterate. Poetry — which prompts you with rhymes — is way simpler to memorize than prose, so even illiterates might hear it and cross it alongside.
I dipped into the Put up mail once more earlier this month.
These readers who tried rhyme had been stymied by their very own tin ears (no, “coughing” doesn’t rhyme with “sobbing”) in addition to the peculiar rhyme-defying lexicon of the day: pandemic, hydroxychloroquine, distress, dictator, social distancing, and many others. Those that went for clean verse appeared to suppose that something, nonetheless banal,
a poem if it’s in lowercase and
spacing and raggedy
And once more, each single one among these poems moved me. All had been rejected, however you possibly can have this as an alternative.
We’re all sporting masks, repeatedly
We glance similar to a nation of holdup males.
The White Home harbors a would-be dictator
He’s half ignoramus (the opposite half hater).
Too many individuals have died or are dying
Phrases from our chief are bloated and mendacity.
Not even a president (nor a king nor a queen)
Ought to ever be pimping hydroxychloroquine.
The place compassion known as for, cruelties rule.
We’re out of labor, our youngsters out of college.
After which, within the thrall of a heartless pandemic?
Extra affirmation of a breakdown systemic.
Black folks perishing — killed by police
Beneath the guise of defending the peace.
One sufferer dies whereas taking a knee
An irony misplaced on nobody however he
Who has discovered it handy to additional divide us
To rant and to sputter and never stand beside us.
And so within the midst of this countrywide distress
He simply followers the flame on the Satan’s rotisserie.
Which results in mass rallies to point out our disgust
Ignoring our security, to protest the unjust —
We all know in our hearts that the plague remains to be there.
And we are saying with our presence we not care.
We’re out within the hundreds, defying the brass.
Defying the truncheons, the bullets, the fuel.
Masks have come off, and in our resistance-ing
We shout in shut quarters, ignore social distancing.
It’s reckless, incautious, unwise and un-smart
And great, bracing and noble of coronary heart.
And perhaps, simply perhaps, that’s on the core of this.
Telling the bastards we received’t take any extra of this.
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