Watcher of Charles G. Taylor Trial, From Sierra Leone
He raises with hook a bunched white handkerchief;
it is not a flag of surrender.
Still presses it to lips to catch at least
pieces of sobs that linger, that sunder
him in two–before and after, then
and now–when already he’s been trimmed
down to his core, both of his arms sliced off when
the slicing was good, so that now he’s rimmed
with sling, limbed with plastic counterparts.
He misses hands, mourns more those who are gone–
he wants to see their shine of faces, hearts–
not smeared with blood and not with bodies shorn.
He wants to take them in lost arms, to enfold,
he wants them back, and then to hold, to hold.
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The coverage of the trial of Charles G. Taylor, brutal dictator of Liberia, is horrific and moving.
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