Congolese Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba, Assassinated by Belgian Agents in 1961, Addresses the Attack on the Brussels Airport, March 22nd, 2016
Paul David Adkins
You’d want me to blurt
the corrosive, jaded statement,
It would be unstatesmanlike.
It would be
to point at the rubber plantations,
Heart of Darknesshome to roost
at the gateways and duty-free shops,
the bustling carousels,
the children dozing after a nip of Ambien.
It would be mean to mutter
Without war there is no peace.
There would be no broken glass,
no coursing sirens,
no dark rivulets
running the length of the concourse
is great, and good,
and cries with all His children.
I remember mine.
I remember all my children;
those I don’t remember,
When asked, I stress,
A real family eats
the same cornmeal.
Paul David Adkins lives in NY. In 2017, Lit Riot Press published his collection Flying Over Baghdad with Sylvia Plath. Journal publications include Pleiades, River Styx, Rattle, Diode, Baltimore Review, Crab Creek, and Whiskey Island. He has received five Pushcart nominations and two finalist nominations from the Central NY Book Awards.