Cannons, cloudy canons

This recent picture was taken at the Fort Lee Historic Park in NJ, a 33-acre cliff-top park area with scenic overlooks, at what is believed to be the Barbette Battery  in a reconstructed Revolutionary War encampment. Also, partially visible, is the George Washington Bridge.

I felt inspired to write of thunderclouds, cannons,  canons and of  battles and war in general. While we are accustomed to comprehend the reality, the  inevitability of war or battle, how do we make peace with the barbarity of it all? Simply rhetorical musing.

At the Barbette Battery, Fort Lee Historic Park, NJ
Canons aim for thunder. 
What foolishness
is war.. Metal fights
cotton bolls of rain clouds,
whose tears rust cannons.

Lightening fired a bellowing
rumble of consonants,
in a lyrical indulgence,
but the clouded passions
were seeded elsewhere ...

They reluctantly spilled
into a jet stream
of soul poems, a crescendo
of storm angels, thunderheads.
Deafening! This choral

of soft Nimbus that nimbly
play with okta of sky,
painting downy sorrows
in the bleak
of a blankety dome,

pulling
the heavens together   
in desultory greys and whites.
Your canon was to split empire
but how can it split the sky?
The Barbette Battery

Notes:

Okta ~ Meteorologists measure cloud cover, or the amount of the visible sky covered by clouds, in units called oktas. An okta estimates how many eighths of the sky (octo-) is covered in clouds. A clear sky is 0 oktas, while a totally overcast or gray sky is 8 oktas ~http://www.nationalgeographic.org/encyclopedia/cloud/

About Fort Lee Historic Park ~Fort Lee found its place in American history during the 1776 British campaign to control New York City and the Hudson River. In July 1776, the Americans began fortifying this site, which they first named “Fort Constitution.” (They later changed the name to “Fort Lee,” to honor General Charles Lee, whose army had achieved a major victory at Charleston, South Carolina, that summer.) ~https://www.njpalisades.org/fortlee.html

Babel

Reams and reams of paper

Wasted on Mesopotamia,

Discovering, Analyzing, deciphering, critiqueing

Lessons never quite learnt

Yet quietly, finally realizing

that peace is never a solution

The solution lies only in being prepared

For the sameness that comes next.

 

(On ancient Mesopotamia and the struggle between the Assyrians and Babylonians; a comparison to Modern Day Iraq)