Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Heaven's Ghetto

Keith Haring
Love can be dangerous
Cross the wrong street-
love can be deadly
Doesn't matter how we die
Disease, murder, brainwashing, hopelessness
We all end up in the same pile of bodies
Buried by gloved hands and masked faces
Heads shaking 
Thinking "not me"
until it is

Hatred is a virus
as much as HIV
It spreads by fear
Grows stronger through ignorance
And the cure still seems miles
We die for love
Destined for Heaven's ghetto.

submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 232


PirateGunn said...

A complex between love and hate, a virus, yes, as you say.

Unknown said...

what a take.. it does feel like the complex life Keith ahring had!!

Kathe W. said...

eloquently and sympathically written

Berowne said...

A compelling and impressive post.

Helen said...

I've lost nine friends to this disease ... Years ago, and it is still so hard to think of them, how they died.

Gail said...

You saw far more than I.

Complex sad but beautiful creation.

21 Wits said...

It does seem love is our answer!

Gillena Cox said...

That virus image is very effectively crafted,

Have a nice Sunday

Much love...

Jinksy said...

Heaven's Ghetto or Hell's, is the question asked by the image, I reckon. :-)

brudberg said...

Nothing's more deadly as the road where love and hate crosses.. much to think about in your words

avalon said...

Things do need straightening out. For our own and each other's sake. A puzzle.

21 Wits said...

Thanks so much, I enjoyed this again, here in the garden!

Fireblossom said...

Kill us all. The rocks and stones themselves will step up and sing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an excellent metaphor, LM and so relevant to this week, month, time. The image of the undertaker: (Buried by gloved hands and masked faces) reminds me so starkly of the images seen from the Ebola ravaged countries of Central Africa. Terrifying.

Unknown said...

We are all destined for the same fate. How easy it is to pretend that is not so. Your piece offered me a chance to reconsider that fact.

Unknown said...

First stanza is so powerful...yes until it is..it is never us!

Vandana Sharma said...

Those who die for love...........................will go to heaven!

Ginny Brannan said...

"We all end up in the same pile of bodies"

How long will it take before those who are filled with anger, with hatred, with prejudices realize that we are all the same inside. That we all want the same things; to live, to love,to grow old, to be happy. Very poignant piece.

Anonymous said...

reminds me of that Laurie Anderson line, Language is a Virus. All of us bones... ~

Jazzbumpa said...

yes love is dangerous
as is hate
but only hate destroys


Truedessa said...

cross the street with caution..

Eddie Bluelights said...

Love and Hate mixing is a bit like Matter and Ant-matter.
Love your take on the prompt ~ Eddie