‘Wow! (a View from inside the ISIS State)’ by Damian Robin The Society June 5, 2015 Culture, News of Note, Poetry Wow! The wind is blowin’, the rain is rainin’ slant across the windowpane – and in the yard whole oceans storm across the grass and make some parts too full of mud to pass. In hours this windblown slop can dry to land as course and granular as desert sand. Indoors, most TV feeds disseminate the propaganda of Islamic State; from a few: the snuff pornography; from most: the sand-march choreography: semi-automatic publicity for heated, arid, threat’ning orat’ry, With sand-drop backgrounds hiding where they are, on board their all-terrain-adapted car, boist’rous men shoot heaven with their guns with chorus lines where no compassion runs. (There’s sometimes footage of explosion clouds, but where the shelling’s gone is kept in shrouds.) A black flag flaps its silver Arab script like spores of mercury thoughtlessly tipped. And ev’ry person in that warring van has warped inside his head a poisoned plan of how he’ll gnaw the erring world to change, accepting fear as nothing new or strange. But look! In the clear blue sky above, a cloud as white as emptiness, (or stormed seas ploughed by vast, smooth boats of floating gold) reveals the hooves of horses leading chariot wheels with Buddhas, Angels, Ancient Gods, and Saints sailing through all negative restraints. Navigating worlds we’ve never seen, their forceful wake makes humans bow and lean. Blinded men drive down a home-less road, the combatants lift guns aloft to goad, they run as sand-flecked breezes catch their drifts and sand blows back and forth in tidal shifts. I’m sure the chariot has tagged us all. As local stormy raindrops slap and fall, our eyes drenched by our blurred humanity, we cannot know true judgment but can see, when human deeds are measured Good and Bad, it’s not a get-out clause to shout, “I’m Mad!” Damian Robin lives in England. He works for an international newspaper and a bilingual magazine. He lives with his wife and three children. Feature Image: Photograph of the Islamic State destroying Jonah’s tomb. Related Post ‘In Memory of Romeo and Juliet’ by Victor Tyne These twain ephem’ral lives were fraught with woes When they, a boy and girl in morn of life, Defied their due inheritance as foes And ch... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.