In The Name Of...
Fuck death, and the unforgiving
slighted sightlessness of death
in the name of, in the name of.
In the name of what?
In the name of a god? What
use gods that demand
death in the name of?
Fuck dying. Fuck the relentless
useless ubiquity of dying
in the name of, in the name of.
What name is it this time?
The name of which god?
Whose god truly demands
death in the name of?
Fuck people. Fuck those few
pathetic people who call down death
in the name of, in the name of.
In the name of Kalashnikov?
In the name of oilbombsafetycatch?
In the name of watchoutthey’recomingtogetyou?
Fuck death in the name of.
**Praise life, the sweet, extravagant
endless vitalities of life
in the name of, in the name of.
In the name of everything.
In the name of summer mornings.
In the names of allthosethathope.
Life in the name of.
Praise living. Praise growth
and the way that growth accelerates
in the name of, in the name of
everyone. In the name of love.
We may die but new life
will burst from our remains
in the name of, in the name of.
Praise life
in the name
of life.
--This poem was originally posted on I Am Not A Silent Poet as part of a series of responses to the attacks on Paris on November 13th 2015. The poem took its cue from a letter written by Adrian Mitchell, shared on Twitter by Jen Campbell, and one of the cartoons drawn by Charlie Hebdo artist Joann Sfar. Needless to say, this is about more than just Paris, though it began there...