Photo of Lenin statue being torn down in Ukraine in 2014‘Arise, You Bones’ and Other Poetry by Adam Sedia The Society January 1, 2019 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Poetry 9 Comments Arise, You Bones “Come, spirit, from the four winds, and blow upon these slain, and let them live again.” –Ezechiel 37:9 Arise, you bones of millions, scattered far, Half-buried, all forgotten, that remain From the red dragon and its blood-stained star, That crushed near half the world beneath its reign, Raged, overthrew, and waged eternal war On truth and light, the decent and the sane – You bones of martyrs slain for faith confessed; Of kings and princes slaughtered for your birth; Of peasants starved as theory put to test; Of myriad young, old, women, men, your worth Naught but what blood and toil brute force could wrest, Like cattle herded, like chaff dumped in earth. Arise from every gulag-dotted land: From windswept Arctic tundra, Yakut woods, Wide Kazakh steppes, and searing Turkmen sand; From blood-soaked rice-fields where the Yangtze floods And where the spires of glorious Angkor stand; From mine-sown jungles where war’s shade yet broods. Arise! Assemble, joint connecting joint Into a deathless host of millions strong; Surge forth in righteous wrath; seize sword, spear-point; Mow down the dragon, reigning still so long, The mobs it spawned, the lords it dared anoint; Avenge at last your unrequited wrong! Charge through the ivied academic halls Where yet the dragon spins its fantasies; Charge through the presses, studios, and malls, Where yet its tongue spews countless lies with ease; Charge through the domes of scattered capitals Where yet its greedy talons crush and seize. Avenge your blood, your chains, your stifled souls, And make an unmoved world at last atone. Your cause is just; its hour of vengeance tolls. You had no Nuremberg, now make your own. No army freed you; form a tide that rolls Worldwide and crashes on foes overthrown. To Xi Do you not hear them, Chairman Xi? Victims tied for the surgeon’s blade, Their final shrieks of agony, Their hearts carved out and iced for trade? Hear them, hear them, Chairman Xi! Do you not see them, Chairman Xi? Dismembered limbs torn from the womb, The wailing mothers, forced to see Their womanhood become a tomb? See them, see them, Chairman Xi! Do you not know them, Chairman Xi? The prisons full of those who gazed Past Marx and Mao to deity, Their altars smashed, their temples razed? Know them, know them, Chairman Xi! Do you not fear them, Chairman Xi? The distant quakes from Tiananmen – A people crushed, whose dignity Demands its greatness rise again? Fear them, fear them, Chairman Xi! Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, where he practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. His poems have appeared in Indiana Voice Journal and Tulip Tree Review. He has also had short stories and works of legal scholarship published in various journals. He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. Related Post ‘A Love Sonnet’ by Jan Darling after the style of Petrarch The aching of your leave clings sadly, still And pangs of emptiness I lone endure But slowly I ascend towards love pure... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 9 Responses Joseph Tessitore January 1, 2019 Incredible writing, Adam. It shook me to the core. Reply incongnito January 1, 2019 years back i a submitted a poem i had worked on for a year to meet the deadline and requirements for a contest. i manged to express everything i felt requisite. it was structured and rhyming but “heavy”. in other words, it did not have a classical air. this does. it’s night and day. really, terrific. outstanding! Reply Amy Foreman January 1, 2019 Powerful and moving battle cries, Adam. These start the new year off right. Thank you! Reply james sale January 1, 2019 There have been some poems of extremely high quality on the pages of SCP recently, but this ranks amongst the very best of them – an astonishingly powerful piece of work. Rhetorical, but without seeming forced; structured, but without seeming artificial; repetitive, but without being boring. A tour de force in fact. Adam Sedia is a wonderfully accomplished young poet and I look forward to seeing a lot more of his work. Reply C.B. Anderson January 1, 2019 I agree, James. Both poems were very strong, with nary a stumble throughout. Each line exemplified masterful concinnity, and dovetailed nicely with its cohorts to create well-formed stanzas. Reply Adam Sedia January 1, 2019 Thank you very much! I am honored and humbled to have such a reader give such a review. Reply David Watt January 2, 2019 Adam, these are both powerful pieces. A strength of conviction shines through, and the concluding lines place the icing on the cake. Reply Caroline Bardwell January 2, 2019 Thank you Adam! Great work. I also wrote a sonnet about Ezekiel’s vision that I will share with you (published in 2018 by Barren Magazine). Hopefully you appreciate the inspiration. Valley of Bones Through stacks of bones his eyes did wade, a sea of broken bodies piled. Ezekiel breathed and flesh was made and soon the place was running wild. New lives restored despite the odds against the man’s prophetic gift. The Holy Spirit boldly prods his lungs to wake the dead adrift. Their spirits rise to joyous height to know their death yet be made whole; a chance to win a winless fight, reclaiming for themselves their soul. The Valley’s tears no longer pull toward every limb and rib and skull. Reply Martin Rizley January 2, 2019 Powerful poems of protest against man´s cruelty to man and the inhumanity of totalitarian regimes like that in Communist China. I wish that the poem to Chairman Xi could be sent to him directly! Reply 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.