Photopoetic
Montage
Lamentations to the Wallsend Ancients
Upon the Eve of Their Passing.
Photography - Doug Lithgow
Words - Gionni di Gravio
Lamentations
to you
My dear friends
And lamentations to my little children.
We live in this time
Where the hearts are blind
And cold.
And hear not the words whispered upon the winds.
That cool the head on a hot day
And allow the body to breathe
A sigh.
You raise and
arch your arms to embrance
The World.
Some begin to
say "you'll hurt us"
And that you will fall upon their heads.
You old frail things.
"We cannot abide your presence in this world
What will our Deity think."
"We'll replant with new trees", they'll say.
For new is better.
Old is to be buried and cleared.
"We do not wish to hear your ancient words
Or live beneath your embrance"
"We have
no need of wisdom, either."
"Our new twigs will give us all we need"
Until our bored
minds change again.
You reply by
standing firm
Upon your frail
trunks.
The Wallsend
Ancients say:
"Fall will we, but how?"
"Maybe we'll seek an expert's opinion", they say.
The expert said
you have to go.
Wallsend no longer needs you.
You will hurt the people of Wallsend.
The Wallsend
Ancients say:
"That is not true"
silence
Thankyou for
your
hundred or so years.
We thank you also
with
poisonous remembrance.
Lamentations
to you
Wallsend
Ancients
Upon the eve of your passing.
Photopoetic Montage No.2 - Wallsend's St Valentine's Day Massacre February 14th 2001 Day Of Shame
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