Hardship and Posthumous Pain

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The Martyrdom of St. Peter of Verona     painting by Bellini


Here’s a poem by John Guzlowski  :



The martyr does not die. He lives to create more like him.


The conscience lives behind an anonymous window


In tangletown. It is difficult to find the right one.


You call and call and there is no answer. But never


A busy signal. The martyrs climb one side


Of a mountain and descend the other. It is a world


Full of dangers, hidden crevasses, avalanches,


And so overwhelmingly beautiful they sometimes


Wish they could die right there. They endure


Hardship and posthumous fame


With its bitter aftertaste, the feeling of looking


Almost into infinity, which leaves them giddy,


As if drunk. They carry miles of rope for their descents.


So many martyrs. So much rope. So much


Climbing and descending. Though very hard, their work


Goes on. The conscience, meanwhile, cooks an egg.


It brushes water on a hard crust and fries it in a skillet,


Making it chewable. It may go to market later today,


but then again it may wait until tomorrow.


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