“After the first death, there is no other.” —Dylan Thomas “A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London” **
If you think as Thomas did, that useless elegies
Do nothing for the dead, nor do apologies,
Then in this latest tragedy of motiveless malignity
Wrought by a man far from his native land
Who caused a death by his own hand
You’ll say what men like Biden mouth
“We welcome those who cross the South
“From lands of abject poverty,
“To homes now free on city property
“To reach this promise of great wealth;
“They cross the border with great stealth.
“There is no reason for you to fear.
“The millions whom we harbor here.
“They mean no harm; they come in peace;
“They put no pressure on police.
“And as for victims of their crime
“Our hearts and prayers do go out
“To friends and families; this we shout
“To sycophants who echo us
“It would not happen on a bus.
“It’s mere misfortune that she rode
‘The subway on that fateful day
“Where she met his most foul play.”
But unlike Thomas, the man from Wales,
I‘m here to voice some other tales.
It’s true, I’ll note, what he once said
No elegy revives the dead
No eulogy makes life renew.
What fire has done no words undo.
So, on the train a woman burned
Killed by a Guatemalan we have learned.
No platitudes will bring her back
From where she died upon the track.
The killer’s here because of Joe
And policies that wrought much woe.
Assume no comment from the Left
Who won’t acknowledge those bereft
By loss of goods or woman on a train
Caused by the rules they call “humane.”
And what of all who are complicit
In open borders and acts illicit
By saying nothing when people died
Just offered prayers as parents cried.
In two thousand twenty-four, 17,000 not less, but more
Have walked through Biden’s open door.
Not peaceful migrants, those who crossed
Had maimed and killed, and lives were lost.
But nothing changed the mind of Joe
Except his Hunter’s legal woe.
When Thomas wrote that comments don’t
Make right the wrong, and so I won’t
Abuse the memories of the dead
With hollow words that priests have said.
I will not kill her death as Dylan wrote
With some quite fatuous and banal quote.
The “mankind”of her tragic end
Cannot be raised by some words penned.
She lies with all who went before
And crossed the threshold of death’s door.
Dylan’s right in saying so
After the first no others go.
But one might ask when Morin *** died
And Riley **** followed by her side
How Joe could never comprehend
That what he did, did fate their end.
And so, today I eulogize,
To mourn. and Joe chastise.
That charred body deserves some say;
She should have lived another day.
*https://nypost.com/2024/12/23/us-news/sebastian-zapeta-calil-idd-as-illegal-migrant-accused-of-setting-woman-on-fire-riding-nyc-subway/
**https://poets.org/poem/refusal-mourn-death-fire-child-london
***https://abcnews.go.com/US/suspect-arrested-2023-murder-mother-5-killed-hiking/story?id=111157216
****https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Laken_Riley
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If you think as Thomas did, that useless elegies
Do nothing for the dead, nor do apologies,
Then in this latest tragedy of motiveless malignity
Wrought by a man far from his native land
Who caused a death by his own hand
You’ll say what men like Biden mouth
“We welcome those who cross the South
“From lands of abject poverty,
“To homes now free on city property
“To reach this promise of great wealth;
“They cross the border with great stealth.
“There is no reason for you to fear.
“The millions whom we harbor here.
“They mean no harm; they come in peace;
“They put no pressure on police.
“And as for victims of their crime
“Our hearts and prayers do go out
“To friends and families; this we shout
“To sycophants who echo us
“It would not happen on a bus.
“It’s mere misfortune that she rode
‘The subway on that fateful day
“Where she met his most foul play.”
But unlike Thomas, the man from Wales,
I‘m here to voice some other tales.
It’s true, I’ll note, what he once said
No elegy revives the dead
No eulogy makes life renew.
What fire has done no words undo.
So, on the train a woman burned
Killed by a Guatemalan we have learned.
No platitudes will bring her back
From where she died upon the track.
The killer’s here because of Joe
And policies that wrought much woe.
Assume no comment from the Left
Who won’t acknowledge those bereft
By loss of goods or woman on a train
Caused by the rules they call “humane.”
And what of all who are complicit
In open borders and acts illicit
By saying nothing when people died
Just offered prayers as parents cried.
In two thousand twenty-four, 17,000 not less, but more
Have walked through Biden’s open door.
Not peaceful migrants, those who crossed
Had maimed and killed, and lives were lost.
But nothing changed the mind of Joe
Except his Hunter’s legal woe.
When Thomas wrote that comments don’t
Make right the wrong, and so I won’t
Abuse the memories of the dead
With hollow words that priests have said.
I will not kill her death as Dylan wrote
With some quite fatuous and banal quote.
The “mankind”of her tragic end
Cannot be raised by some words penned.
She lies with all who went before
And crossed the threshold of death’s door.
Dylan’s right in saying so
After the first no others go.
But one might ask when Morin *** died
And Riley **** followed by her side
How Joe could never comprehend
That what he did, did fate their end.
And so, today I eulogize,
To mourn. and Joe chastise.
That charred body deserves some say;
She should have lived another day.
*https://nypost.com/2024/12/23/us-news/sebastian-zapeta-calil-idd-as-illegal-migrant-accused-of-setting-woman-on-fire-riding-nyc-subway/
**https://poets.org/poem/refusal-mourn-death-fire-child-london
***https://abcnews.go.com/US/suspect-arrested-2023-murder-mother-5-killed-hiking/story?id=111157216
****https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Laken_Riley
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