We forgot the taste of brine, the tears: the sea
We forgot the hunger of the crested waves
their eyes with desert sand, and reaching hands.
the bodybags
We forgot the comfort of our property —
the land we have.
We forgot the barrel bombs and slaughter masks,
the burning cages and the drones,
the sound of bodies falling to the ground.
We forgot the question asked,
for fences and Pegida’s no.
We forgot the songs and poetry,
for yet another steak to fill the grill,
for gasoline in V6 four by fours,
for blessing smiles of one percent.
We forgot the maiming of the innocents
the Youtube flicks, the ISIS-dicks
We forgot the war until it came:
his sneakers soaked, and like he slept
his death will move the world.
Today Grace hosts poetics at dVerse by giving us the performance poetry by Loyce Gayo. I will not show you the image of Alan Kurdi. There is a war going on all throughout the Middle East, and Africa, and we are watching, forgetting. It seems like the image of a 3 year old on a beach of Turkey might move the world, very much like the image of Phan Thi Kim Phuc burning in Napalm changed the Vietnam war.
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September 8, 2015

Overwhelming pain and yet beauty in the artistry of being able to frame this moment in time. You’ve captured it, Björn, and explained how it will and should haunt us.
This is a very powerful write, A lot of heart and soul.
It is heartbreaking to watch. So frustrating and hard to understand at times, until that moment of clarity. I wonder if this is enough to wake us up. I really wonder.
Your list poem was effective and builds nicely, I would not knock it at all.
I hope it will be enough to move the world ~
I specially admire the ending lines Bjorn as they are powerful verses:
We forgot the maiming of the innocents
the Youtube flicks, the ISIS-dicks
We forgot the war until it came:
his sneakers soaked, and like he slept
his death will move the world.
I will listen to your recording in a bit ~ Thanks for the inspiring words and read ~
And I enjoyed the reading (though you forgot the bodybags) ~ Your words became intense towards the ending ~ Excellent one Bjorn ~
Oh.. I read it as a rant.. and then yes that line was forgotten..
Sheesh, dude. This is AMAZING. Absolutely flawless. One of the best of your pieces that I’ve read to date. From the first word to the last, I love it.
I read your piece and tears came. I listened to her and had a sad cry for our world.
A powerful diatribe against the bellicose nature of most men, most sects, countries, regions. good stuff, brother. I took inspiration from your previous Cohen muse, & wrote a Haibun, part list poem, all rant. I like your line /we forgot the war until it came/.
Ha.. yes I wrote 2 list poems today.. the Cohen one worked too.
So much pain. An intense and good write.
We forgot the war until it came:
his sneakers soaked, and like he slept
his death will move the world.
So often we tend to forget the sacrifices war heroes make for our sake.. powerful write 🙂
Ah, we forgot the war until it came! I fear this is so very true…we don’t see what is in front of our eyes.
Bjorn, you have said exactly what I thought – that the photo of that small body on the beach reached the global consciousness the same way the photo of that burning little girl did. I love “and ;like he slept, his death will move the world.” What a fantastic prompt this is!
Oh.. the world sings
a different song than US..
Our soil never sullies wars breath
other than terrorist attack.. ah.. grant
of US.. shall behold grazed of others over
there as food for cows.. until the cows come
home… oh moo forget moon
shines a
child
is born.. as
ashes rise
in phoenix
sUn..:)
Ah Björn, Thank you for your words. Unfortunately, if it’s not shoved in front of our faces sometimes we pretend not to see. Not here, not with Alan. Even without the actual picture as a reminder, your words bring him to life. You cannot read this and not be moved.
My brain tied the title into the first line, bringing the image of those sneaker waves that are so dangerous…we are often lulled by the sea, forgetful of its power. How apt, for this subject matter. This is a wonderful piece, Sir.
Powerful!!
We seem to be more easily moved by one personal story….to wake us up from our desensitization. Maybe the bigger picture is too overwhelming for us to absorb….therefore easier for us to “forget”.
Josef Stalin once said: one death is a tragedy, a million deaths that’s statistics..
the juxtaposition of the sneaker and the dead, the contrast – finely hewed, Bjorn ~
The ending here is so powerful. It’s my favorite part of the whole poem.
Hello Gretchen .. what a long time since I saw you.. 🙂 glad to see you.
I thought it was so odd that I just wrote about not forgetting and then randomly thought to visit Dverse and found that prompt.
You’re a wonderful poet. Don’t ever stop writing.
I cannot find my way back to your poem 🙂 .. we have Open Link every Thursday nowadays… 🙂
When you read my poem you’ll realize how ironic the first line of what you just wrote is…gretchenleary.wordpress.com
Lovely remembrance of the past events of war, Bjorn.