Life and Death and Life Restored on Westminster Bridge


Westminster Bridge

hailed by Wordsworth

‘a sight so touching’

but death

is still death.

 

Smiling, carefree

tourists

crossing the Thames

but death

is still death.

 

A big car

driven

on a footpath.

People

mown down

with bitterness

but death

is still death.

 

Low-tech

assassin,

they said.

Blood and pain

casting out

everydayness and joy.

Human beings

just living

are become bodies

as death

is still death.

 

A Spanish woman

won’t rejoin

her family.

An American man

can’t embrace

his wife

as death

is still death.

 

A British policeman

protecting

our essential goodness.

An Englishman

struck down

‘cos he was there.

A Romanian woman

unable to accept

her partner’s proposal

as death

is still death.

 

Brave souls

outfacing

this heinous crime

Giving aid

to the fallen

the injured and the dying

as death

is still death.

 

Wickedness

may set us back

awhile,

but evil

like this:

‘Thou shalt DIE!’

As death

is still death.

 

And lo,

out of this tragedy,

our oneness

outshines this suffering

as we rage

against the darkness.

The majesty

of London is restored,

and our desire to

go on living

in harmony

will triumph

over division,

as LIFE

is still LIFE.

 

 

 

 

 

A poem, in memoriam,

by

Nicholas Mackey

Thursday 13th April 2017

 

Comments 4

 
Rosy Cole on Sunday, 09 April 2017 17:16

Hi Nicholas!

If nothing else, one thing the tragic attack on Westminster Bridge clearly shows is that Britain is a multicultural, tolerant and cohesive society. We are daily hearing from many of other nationalities who love the way of life here and are only too anxious to remain.

Thank you for this heartfelt and strangely hopeful poem 'in memoriam'.

Hi Nicholas! If nothing else, one thing the tragic attack on Westminster Bridge clearly shows is that Britain is a multicultural, tolerant and cohesive society. We are daily hearing from many of other nationalities who love the way of life here and are only too anxious to remain. Thank you for this heartfelt and strangely hopeful poem 'in memoriam'.
Nicholas Mackey on Wednesday, 12 April 2017 13:06

Thank you for commenting Rosy.
Last week, I visited the area around Westminster affected by this tragedy and was deeply moved by the countless messages of sympathy and condolence seen in Parliament Square.

Thank you for commenting Rosy. Last week, I visited the area around Westminster affected by this tragedy and was deeply moved by the countless messages of sympathy and condolence seen in Parliament Square.
Rosy Cole on Friday, 14 April 2017 19:00

There's nothing to compare with actually visiting a site for bringing the reality home. I find this again and again as an historian, no matter how much you've learned about an event and the people involved. Many thanks for including the photo, Nicholas.

There's nothing to compare with actually visiting a site for bringing the reality home. I find this again and again as an historian, no matter how much you've learned about an event and the people involved. Many thanks for including the photo, Nicholas.
Nicholas Mackey on Saturday, 15 April 2017 13:53

You're so right, Rosy and thank you again for graciously commenting.

You're so right, Rosy and thank you again for graciously commenting.
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