THE SHADOW - OF LOSS
What is the sound when Art dies?
As magic melts into mundane?
Is a miracle something that cries?
As it rusts in a workaday rain?
Do creative sparks rip the sky,
If they fall to the cold ground unused?
Do dreams scream when they die,
When the dreaming’s been bruised and abused?
What is the sound when Art dies?
Can you hear a soul wasting disease?
Can you hear breath and bone turn slowly to stone?
Can you hear when a heart starts to freeze?
What is the sound when Art dies?
Can’t we hear with a pin-point acumen
The sound of a massive demise
If humanity kills what is human?
©Edwina Peterson Cross
FUNDAMENTALIST GROUP TRIES TO SILENCE SMALL THEATRE COMPANY
Monday, February 7, 2005, Grants Pass, OR - Connect the Dots Theatre Company, a small community theatre organization, has been targeted in recent days by a small group of local fundamentalists who are using letters, phone calls and e-mails to harass the theatre company and attempt to erode their financial support from local businesses.
This poem was written in response to this crisis near my own home town. The crisis continues all around us from direct attacks like this to attacks on funding for the Arts on every front. Please help humanity retain that which makes us human - PLEASE SUPPORT THE ARTS.
As magic melts into mundane?
Is a miracle something that cries?
As it rusts in a workaday rain?
Do creative sparks rip the sky,
If they fall to the cold ground unused?
Do dreams scream when they die,
When the dreaming’s been bruised and abused?
What is the sound when Art dies?
Can you hear a soul wasting disease?
Can you hear breath and bone turn slowly to stone?
Can you hear when a heart starts to freeze?
What is the sound when Art dies?
Can’t we hear with a pin-point acumen
The sound of a massive demise
If humanity kills what is human?
©Edwina Peterson Cross
FUNDAMENTALIST GROUP TRIES TO SILENCE SMALL THEATRE COMPANY
Monday, February 7, 2005, Grants Pass, OR - Connect the Dots Theatre Company, a small community theatre organization, has been targeted in recent days by a small group of local fundamentalists who are using letters, phone calls and e-mails to harass the theatre company and attempt to erode their financial support from local businesses.
This poem was written in response to this crisis near my own home town. The crisis continues all around us from direct attacks like this to attacks on funding for the Arts on every front. Please help humanity retain that which makes us human - PLEASE SUPPORT THE ARTS.
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