Saturday, April 18, 2015

Antigonish: A Tale Of Two Surviviors

Antigonish: A Tale Of Two Survivors
  (one who did and one who didn't)






Mr. Who Did Who Wasn't There













                                   Mrs. Who Didn't Who Wasn't There














"Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there."

Once upon a time in the Capitol city of Oklahoma, a State within the United States, 
A man took revenge up on " The System" (a fantasy that many have, that there is a system I mean).
The system had once again killed a Messiah.  Upon the anniversary of the messianic's burning, the man created a sacrifice in his honor.
Upon the messiah's alter he laid men and women and children and babies and unborn and hope and future....

"He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away..."

Mankind in human fashion made honorable monuments at the field of the slaughter.
And
In that fashion honored the dead and the survivors.
Upon a marble or granite wall (might be sandstone) the names of those that were there and lived were carved.
The Survivors of the Sacrifice:

"When I came home last night at nine oh three,
The man was waiting there for me."

Mr. Who Did but Wasn't there, has his name carved in the stone.  It was there he worked, but that day was gone, even so he laid claim to being a survivor in his testimonials and sermons about how the God he worshipped kept him safe and saved him for a higher purpose which surely all could see.

Mrs. Who Didn't Who Wasn't There, has no name upon the stone.   It was there she worked as well, but that day had been sent away.  The guilt of her survival ate at her soul and very being.  Her friends and their families died there.  But she lived. She survived.  She survived but not for long, and we laid her body if not soul to rest beneath ground with them all.  She really did not want to survive you see.

He is proudly carved into memory of the stone. She was kill by her hand and all alone.
Two tales among so very many. 
You cannot trust the stones of men.  Not all honored on their monuments are the complete and total story.  He took the valor he did not earn.  She died in guilt she did not earn. 

"But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see them there at all!"

Every blessed year you see, 
I pray they will not come to me
"Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door..."

But next time they are there again.

"Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away..."


In summary:


2 comments:

Jack Wardlow said...

Old friend you are haunted by some pretty powerful ghosts. You continue to amaze me by how you handle them all.

drlobojo said...

What's life without a haunting or two.