Images from Tamala 2010I am a gentle white cat
From the stars
I can fly when needed
I am part of something
Integral to salvation
The sadness is overwhelming
Something terrible has
Flown over the village
Leaving a trail of destruction
In its' wake
Fire and blood abound
Bodies strew the path they ran
Quiet singing fills the air
The lament permeates all
The dead lie draped over things
A grisly procession
A massacre on a vast scale
I swoop over the carnage
Following this macabre route
Through the streets
And into the village graveyard
Where naive innocents
Had fled that fateful day
In search of safety or protection
They lead me gliding over
The Church itself
Where the roof has been torn off and burned
And the breathless are bountiful
My immortal tears are falling
Glittering to the ground
Falling on everyone and everything
In the knowledge I could not have helped
I wasn't there
I was in heaven
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