Written by Admin in English -
Budapest, October 23, 1956
The crowd gathered, swelled, flooding the streets
sidewalks overflowing the pavement that heaved –
swept down engulfing stranded boulevards with vehicles halted
prompting policemen to yield their weapons smiling
while the tenements looking down applauded and waved
and flags hung from windows without the hated emblem:
freedom overflowing, heads lifted to the sky –
before the sound of popcorn flowered the flesh
and the blessed life burst from pulsing wounds frothing
and flailing, the trampled fallen rolled by gutters, choking.
Then the silence dismayed spread dumb disbelief – and horror
gripped throats, shutting in the screams
while crazed and enlarged eyes raved
darting the darkness in light
where black-coated vultures were examining the corpses businesslike
until sensing the danger flew off frightened, afraid to finish the job –
because the anger swelled down the streets and re-formed,
retaking the boulevard terrible, ready to die fearing nothing –
and the crowd swept down the triumphant boulevard in victory,
no flood ever more sweeping.
We’re born to live
to share, to give,
to love, to fight –
to rend the night.
Yet live to die,
to fly the sky,
to sail the sea
We laugh, we cry,
we sob, we sigh,
we crawl, we spring,
we search, we sing.
We scratch the dirt
till fingers hurt,
we nest, we rest,
put God to test.
We haul the rope
and hope to hope.
We pass the day –
then pass away.
Jan 24, 1997