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Day of the wren

No time for eloquence

to fall upon frustrated ears.

No Sanhedrin and no Saul,

the onlooker was but a call

away, shielded behind the safety

of the bloodied panic button.

A glutton for punishment

and conscription, was voluntary.

 

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Preamble

How do you convey violence, its impact and aftermath: explain everything and nothing, stand up and remain anonymous? How do you explore and challenge conceptions of – and blurred distinctions between – victim and perpetrator, participant and witness, guilt and innocence, blame and responsibility, fear and courage, fact and truth and fiction? How do you convey stark, brutal and often incompetent reality without visceral detail? How do you challenge your assumptions and maintain self, vision and experience? And can it really be done in less than 50 words? To what end?

I can’t answer.

15 years to figure out how I wanted to approach a subject. Another year for that idea to rest, develop and take shape. And in the end a matter of minutes to write.

A blur.

A lifetime.

It seems appropriate to post the finished piece on the feast day after Christmas, where it will pass unnoticed – which is as it is should be. A merry Christmas to you all.