Surely there is a mine for gold,
And a wood where trees fall like cudÂgels.
They probe with picks of bone, they haul up burÂdens in sacks,
They bring fragÂments of the foreÂgone to light.
Away from human habiÂtaÂtion
They sway susÂpended,Â hands behind theirÂ backs.
The falconâ€™s eye has seen and passed over.
The rulers of this world have heard rumours.
Death takes things as theyÂ come.
They claw the earth in search of crusts,
The earth with fire underÂneath it
That churns, and churns, and never breaks its bounds.
Â© Laura Del Col BrownÂ 2015
Todayâ€™s poem is On SeeÂing the North Korean Prison Camps on Google Earth by Laura Del Col Brown. A topÂiÂcal piece, given all the news on North Korea, this is an obserÂvaÂtional poem which is stiÂflingly dark and symÂpaÂthetic to the plight of those interred in the prison camps. A nightÂmarÂish, hellÂish piece, it draws a parÂalÂlel between such litÂerÂary imagery as Tolkienâ€™s IsenÂgard, George Orwellâ€™sÂ 1984Â and the real-â€‹â€‹life sufÂferÂing of all those forced under the boot of oppresÂsion, to be churned by the machine and ultiÂmately to â€śsway susÂpended,Â hands behind their backs.â€ťÂ In the end-â€‹â€‹game, the piece exposes the utter futilÂity and inhuÂmanÂity of the entire process, observed, howÂever disÂtantly and safely, by the observer, and reminds us all of our own fleetÂing morÂtalÂity. A stark, bruÂtal piece of poetry.
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