Wanted–April 19 2013

Wanted April 19, 2013

I wasn’t going to write a poem because of the horror happening in Boston, in our country, at this time, but the situation became the kernel of this poem based on the etymology of “want” or “wanted” :

because of you two brothers–
The first word I heard
as this day broke,
an oft-uttered, unremarkable word

In modern English
its definitions–
its denotations and connotations–
between good
(I want you)
and bad
(The poor want for food)–
but always fulfill
an inner need

Its etymology,
in your case,
reflects an
anguished story.

In Old Norse: “vanta,”
“to be lacking” or “from the past.”
Your family ran from its past.
Did you flee from Chechnya . . .
from Kyrgyzstan . . .
from your homeland . . .
because it found you
or you found it
“to be lacking”?

What was the matter?
What part of the past
needed to cease?
You arrived at these shores–
our place of peace–
with your hopes
in a new home–
our hallowed haven–
not “to be lacking”
and unfortunately
your misplaced passions
could putrify and multiply.

In Old and Middle Dutch the
meanings echo your actions:
“to leave, “abandon.”
Those bags you left
in Boston,
you decided “to leave”
at the finish line
(for three
a final finish line)
and willfully walk away.
You absolutely “abandoned”
your “here-made” bombs
in front of those
who extended you
open-armed asylum.

“wanian” in Old English:
meaning “to diminish”
And so you did diminish
with deadly, demonic demise
people in patriotic celebration
now dead, disfigured, debilitated.
An American Institution
forever marred by your malice–
your wayward want.

In Middle English evolved
to another meaning
“in want of” or “want some”
Oh yes, you are “in want of”
A soul, a conscience, a clear view,
a sympathetic self
And yes, I see you “want some”
You want some room to hide
some means of escape, some more chances
to horrorify humanity,  some way to make more malice,
some cry so you and your cause emerge immortalized

While I and all
grasping at gusts of goodness
wish you had never
been one who


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