War and Peace in Lynn

It's been a while since I've blogged. I meant to write something about the Highland's Coaltion Peace March in October , but never got around to it. I was proud to be there though. Here are some pictures from the event. For more information see Highlands Coalition Peace March Follow-up. You can also visit the Highland's Coalition blog to see what else they've been up to.

As I walked along Lynn beach the other day, I imagined myself a reporter, but not the kind the reports for the Lynn Item of Boston Globe. I imagined myself a Zen reporter, describing my moment by moment experience of this beautiful beach. But then the "real" news intruded in the form of thoughts about the recent death of a young man I did not know who was shot while he stood on his porch on Olive St.  The poem doesn't rhyme all that well, but I was inspired to write this:

The RedRock Observer

The dawn grew bright on Red Rock Beach
Nahant was in a fog.
The top of Egg Rock hovered over the ocean
The waves made waves upon the sand...
Wait one minute
This just in
Man gunned down on porch in Lynn.
 
Some say he was in a gang
Now trying to make amends.
Others said he got what was coming to him
He deserves to be dead.
Why does it have to be either/or?
in black and white
the paper read
 
The waves crash in
And drain back out
Streams cut canyons in the sand
A gull questions my presence
Plovers scamper away...
Wait one minute
This just in
Woman knifed by man in Lynn.