Arriving at the Heart of Tragedy

by Benjamin Alire Saenz

he might suppose he couldnt take a hint not even if it was printed in black and white held under his eyes

There are certain things that cannot be Undone. Lot’s wife glanced back at Sodom . . .

he had a heavy index fingerhe didnt think that he did  he didnt mean it 

but not meaning it doesnt mean he can take it back

he was impatienthe was trying to hurry things along  in his time 

not its time
             and thinkingnot thinking he thought he could gently nudge it along – forgettingnot forgetting how minute and fragile it was  a winged speck 

hed gently nudge it

                    impatientwanting to close the book to so he could tend to his greengrocer shopping he nudgedsmeared the gnat up the page 

                                                                  

he wouldnt forget that any more when he opened to the page than he would forget the brilliant comet that arched across the black sky and scarred his retina  alwaysalways a shadow of it in his vision a palewhite trace of it when he closed his eyes

                         poetic

pathetic

he killed it it died because he was impatient

not an accidental tragedy

most tragedies arent

                    you can see them coming if youre Patient and really look

texted  :  1319 & 1614,  Friday,  12  10. 18

Eszter Balint  Pebbles & Stones  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8MekChfURI