Song for Robert MacNamara
By Christine Rodgers
Thursday, March 4, 2004
Author's Note : This poem is drawn from my recent experience of seeing the film "The Fog of War."
I have just
one impulse
watching this film.
I want to
place my hand
under your heart
and lift
some of the weight
away - pressing
the seed of peace
far, far down. For
I sense it makes
no difference
what honors
you have won,
what great deeds
you have achieved,
how many people
you have fed.
There is still
that one man
burning beneath
your window - the
smoke of his death
rising up - his cry to
end all war still
ringing in your ears.
He will always be
there - a kind of dark
angel - urging you
toward life - toward
the light of God - pulling
you out of the fog.
Christine Rodgers is an actor and writer living in San Francisco, California, who considers both acting and writing to be forms of giving witness and of praying. She is a regular contributor to The Witness and can be reached at tallpilgrim12@hotmail.com.