Poetry: Your Last Moment Wasn’t Dark

Your Last Moment Wasn’t Dark

Oh Icarus, you wishful fool,
Ancient yet so young,
How did you think that you could reach,
and touch the scornful Sun?
Did you not know, my dearest one,
That the Sun cannot be touched?
Yes he warms us all, my dearest one,
But he is too warm to be clutched!
From afar the Sun is joy and life,
Close he’s Death and Hate combined,
Benevolent and yet a crueler God,
With Disdain he is entwined.

But you are Beauty true, my dear,
For with passion you believed,
That the Sun would welcome you above,
That you would be reprieved,
From the chains that bound you to the Earth,
From the cruelty there to find,
From the Days and Nights you felt alone,
And emptiness on which you dined.
Yes, cocky were your actions friend,
But that story is not in full,
With wings you flew like a naïve dove,
Your hope was like a bull.

Yet now you see, friend of mine,
The Sun’s love is often dry,
He took your hope, your love, your wings,
And he left you there to die.
For many do forget this fact,
He only hastened up your strife,
That the Sun was your judge alone,
It was the Sea that held the knife.
The Sun was not executioner here,
He only held your chains,
He gave those chains to the cold, cold Sea,
And your life was the Sea’s own gain.

Falling, falling down below,
With the Sea you did collide,
The wax still clung upon your skin,
And now with Water you abide.
Yet as the Sea caressed your form,
Death raised your head once more,
Hand in hand you watched the Sun,
The same one you adored.
As you drowned you could not help
A laughter like a bark,
That although the Sea still dragged you down,
Your last moment wasn’t dark.

Copyright 18/12/2014 by Chanel Martin Ramirez. All rights reserved


On Owning Dogs…

Sometimes I think that some people truly have no concept of how much a dog can become a vital part of a family. Even greater than this, though directly connected, is the idea that some people have no concept of just how damage they can cause when they fail to take into consideration other people when they allow certain things to happen or when they deliberately increase the likelihood of said things happening.

Let me explain.

My family owns two dogs (we used to have three but, sadly, the eldest passed away several years ago from heart difficulties) and we love them to pieces. I can understand why some people are quite skeptical of the bond that has so very often united man and dog in all aspects of life but it is undeniable that from work to the home, dogs have played a vital role in the history of humankind. More than this however, they have become a source of companionship for thousands of people, my family included. On a personal level, my dogs have been a source of immense joy and their natural tenacity and capacity for loyalty have most certainly endeared them to me. To put it plainly, I love my dogs. I love them more than I love most of the people I have known or will ever come to know. My family does its best to look after them since not only do we care about them so much, we understand that we have a responsibility to them. They never asked to be brought into our care and they depend on us immensely. We have thus taken care to understand our dogs, their temperaments, likes and dislikes. Our lives with them have not always been the easiest, but we try all the same because trying is nothing less than what they deserve.

This is why it has been extremely upsetting to have had to make an emergency trip back home from university because my youngest dog had been attacked by another dog who, from what my family now understands, has a reputation for attacking other dogs with unpredictable viciousness.

Now, I do not fault the dog. It is quite clear that this dog has either been raised badly or has an unsuitable temperament that has not been adequately dealt with. In both these cases, if the owner does not want to destroy the dog, then it is his responsibility to muzzle the animal, maintain an adequate distance from other people and animals and to always keep it on a lead (leash).

Owners such as these really don’t seem to understand that the physical damage that a dog attack causes is only a small fraction of the story. The mental trauma that this event has caused both my animal and my mother (who had found our dog unconscious and covered in blood and torn flesh) is far more horrendous to behold. Owners such as these don’t understand the pain that comes with an energetic, happy dog turning into a frightened, whimpering mess or a mother sobbing in hysterics because she feels so guilty and helpless. It is such a shame that the joy of owning such wonderful animals is jeopardized by such irresponsibility: irresponsibility that almost cost my family the life of a dear friend.

My youngest dog, Phoebe.

My youngest dog, Phoebe.