This Was Not in the News

Chris Ellery

October 6, 2024

 

Some Israelis were murdered

and some were taken.

Gaza was half destroyed.

Politicians justified the deaths.

Assassinations and recriminations.

Some pagers blew up in Beirut

and then some walkie-talkies.

Netanyahu scolded the UN.

The Ayatollah launched a thousand

missiles, and Bebe shot them down.

This was all in the news.

 

A second-grade boy named Jack

dressed as a goose for his class play.

His mother made his costume—

white felt feathers, orange felt beak

and feet. He had one line to say

but would not say it on the phone

to his abuela, who could not be there.

This was not in the news.

 

Abuela picked out a spot

in the columbarium and spent a good

part of the day with her priest

planning the order of service.

She has already forgotten the gospel

they chose and the hymns, but not

her spot in the columbarium,

a sunny spot near the bronze

St. Francis of Assisi.

 

She has never been to Assisi,

and she will never go.

What comes to her mind

when she thinks of Assisi

is El Greco’s “View of Toledo,”

with a smoky castle, all but invisible,

high above the town in the stormy clouds.

Francis lived there as a boy,

and a blood-sniffing giant lives there now

hiding golden urns in his pantry.

 

Abuela knows she must wait there,

locked in the pantry, locked

in the dark with so many others.

She has already begun to wait.

This will not be in the news.

 

She is waiting for the funeral mass,

waiting for the solemn processional,

acolytes and crucifer, waiting

for the cow-bought beans to grow,

waiting for her brave little Jack

with goose feathers under

his friar’s robe. He will climb

through iron clouds to the castle,  

outwit the bone-grinding ogre,

take every last golden egg.

Chris Ellery is the author of The Big Mosque of Mercy, a collection of poems based on his extensive travels in the Middle East, including Israel. His most recent book is One Like Silence. He is a member of the Texas Institute of Letters, the Fulbright Alumni Association, and the Peace Ambassadors of West Texas.


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