There is not always blood

There is not always blood

(This poem is deeply inspired by an artwork with the same title by Sonja Benskin Mesher (artist and poet from Wales, UK) published a few days ago in I am not a silent poet. 01-there-is-not-always-blood

The piece is also indebted to a poem of Jacques Prevert called Lorgue de barbarie/Barrel organ for its use of barrel organ.)

There is not always blood

They played barrel organ in Paris
Blood on the shirt from that night
You all stand good-side-up
A voice against
The night that plays knife
Barrel organ in Paris
Can’t enslave our minds
There will be always blood

I don’t want to talk to you about Garissa
Nobody in town knows what it is
Even Garissa makes mistake her name for a crushed bird
Let go
I don’t want to talk to you about Beirut
If deaths are stacking up on that horizon
Let go
The land never turns just enough flat
Or else you could see the bodies do bleed in the streets of Beirut
Let go
There is not always blood

If the bruised streets of Paris
Keep calling to your mind
Just tell the wind
The blood has never dried up


Thank you.