The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.

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Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”  Che Guevara

The Secret Fantasy

To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

40 Comments

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40 responses to “The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Love is the hardest strike of all.

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  2. Oh yes!! This almost pacifist has murderoys thoughts!

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  3. “to strike at the heart of the
    corpulent monster strangling the world” and the moment we realize we are the heart of the world.

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  4. Yes, I totally understand this. To be a person who believes in peace, and yet to want to throttle the monsters (or even just to shake some people and say “wake up!”)

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  5. It is a tempting fantasy, to imagine just putting an end to the monster once and for all.

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  6. Nice descriptive line: “eternally wounding the self”

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  8. I fear that common decency will be beyond us all at some point. This climate crisis and associated bushfires are not bringing us together but tearing us further apart. I find myself not caring about civility anymore. So your poem resonates, Paul. Unfortunately it is a fight that none of us can win.

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  9. I totally agree to Ana Daksina’s comment. Wonderful written! Michael

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  10. well expressed wish for they cannot hear reason!

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  11. I think a little of my terminally ill brother, who once said: there is no fight at all. I can’t fight cancer and yet I pretend there is a chance.

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