‘And my blanket of leaves won’t warm her cold breast’
Said the tree to the sparrow:
Just as we might say
to the refugee
who washes up on our shores, freezing,
we close our doors, our hearts
and look the other way.
When Merril gave us the word ‘blanket’ to incorporate into tonight’s dVerse Quadrille, I immediately thought of Simon and Garfunkel’s song, ‘Sparrow,’ which although it employs metaphors from the natural world is a near-perfect description of human heartlessness.
We hear so many stories of people dying in their attempt to escape a life of persecution and deprivation to reach ‘the promised land,’ while those who make it are treated as criminals the moment they arrive. They ask for help, we offer a hostile environment.