After The First Death* Poem by jerry hughes

After The First Death*



Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.

Near by

The hand's arm twisted grotesquely
around a dead young woman.

Was it the hand's mother
to which the infant body clung?

Sans hands, sans eyes, sans-

You did your job smart bomb but,
after the first death there is no other.


(In memoriam the children of Gaza/* Grateful thanks to Dylan Thomas)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shekhar Joshi 09 May 2009

That's chilling Hope wars stop and never happen. good work

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Ridge Cahill 21 January 2009

The is no greater tragedy than the death of a child, except perhaps when it is under the dark clouds of unnecessary violence or thoughtless war. You’ve capture the essence of that perfectly. Indeed there is but one death.

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Sue Ann Simar 12 January 2009

Jerry, You remind us that a single child is more important than a single-minded political view. But we read these types of poems from our sheltered lives and feel inadequate to do anything about how we think and feel. George Szirtes has commented on his web site about making donations to Unicef and not taking sides, acting on behalf of the children. You might want to take a look at his comment. Sincere best wishes, Sue Ann Simar

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Reshma Ramesh 21 November 2008

oh god! ! this is a wonderful heart felt sad poem........great write

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Heather S 18 November 2008

this is a very strong poem it has alot of imagery a good write i say 10!

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Sally Plumb Plumb 27 April 2015

Touching piece of work.Gaza took such a terrible assault we can all understand where you're coming from.

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Heather Wilkins 30 July 2013

wars and rumors of war should never happen. the innocent are the losers. good write

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Mandi June 09 April 2013

Hauntingly stirring, Mr. Hughes. Words to provoke confusion and revenge, yet calm our inner anger... How unfortunate that violence forces these memories upon us.

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Prashant Shaurya 06 January 2010

sir your poem shook me from within.. and could not stop myself from hailing curses on these perpetrators of this ghastly crime... 10+++ certainly.. regards prashant

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C. P. Sharma 24 July 2009

Cruelity creamates the body but not the soul. Written in great synpathy for the innocent deaths. CP

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