Monday Poem

“We’ll fight them there so we won’t have to fight them here,
regardless of innocents.” —a patriot

From the Same Root
—the prayer paradox
Jim Culleny

The French call a wound a blessure;
but a blessure sent by God
might be be a blessing
for all we know. If so,
couldn’t a blessing be a blessure?

Certainly. Depending upon
who’s the wounded one,
him or me.

If it’s him,
I call it a blessing
(as when I’m the only one alive
after a bombing);
but for him my blessing
is nothing but a
goddam lethal blessure.

French or not,
blessing or blessure,
this has been a norm of history,
down through the ages.

Our eternal
deja vu du jour.