[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Joans sub

[Leonard Tuchyner]

Another conundrum tounravel. 



This one really hasme grasping at straws. 



I realize thetitle  ‘Against Cruelty’ has got tobe  part of the key to understanding. 



So this is a  awork against cruelty. 



An insurrection maystand for the burning of books. 



The enforcement ofmedia control in the schools 



to control our soulsand or bodies. 



Sheol speeks of theJewish dark place 



that it is reportatthat we may go to in death,  



regardless of piety.



Maybe this alludesto death in the   concentration camps ofworld war Two  



where furnaces wereused to consume the bodies. 



Anyway, Sheolwould  not be a nice place to go.  



Machine guns



, corruptedflags  (Cruelty done in the name ofpatriotism),  



They are using them asa way of  doing their cruelty.  



To justify theburning of books. 



To control ourminds.  



This takes place3,000 miles away. 



A symbol of NaziGermany, perhaps. 



Also a statement ofthe isolation of death.  



In all this crueltyhope and longing cannot be extinguished. 



Despite theexhaustion. 



And she  hopes that Sheol, or the after life or not 



will be a conditionof peace where cruelty does not linger. 



 

But, there is theremembering of our childhood when hope  and beauty could be found in the innocents of a candy bar. 



The whispers woveninto flowering hair 



may be an allusionto the crown of thorns 



that Jesus wore onthe cross.  



Maybe it  speaks of the sacredness of life and death.



 

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AgainstCruelty



byJoan Myles




 


Theinsurrection glued my eyes open 



Litthe lamp of my veins in the frozen light 




 


Iwatched Sheol swaying in air screaming white fire



3000miles away and all around me isolated 




 


Nowthey hand out machine guns and corrupted flags



Readyingto seize our books to claim our bodies 




 


becausethere’s no vaccine against cruelty




 


Butthere is always the goodness I once found 



inscribedon a scroll tucked inside a box of Kix




 


andthe sacred whisper woven loosely 



intohuman hair  like a crown of flowering thorns




 


Andthere is always longing



amideternal tides of stardust and exhaustion 




 


andif we can keep anything let it be these



sweetand sad and urgent leading us to a place of deep dark peace




 



 
 
Leonard I. Tuchyner, Author
 
https://www.dldbooks.com/tuchyner/
 
  
 
 

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