Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I Am The Killer

One line from Brooks in particular reminded of song lyrics by a band called Dream Theater.

The Killing Hand

I. The Observance
An Angel's kiss now fallen
Descending scarlet cuts the sky
Faded names left on the wall
Honor the fighting leave life to die
Remembered is the sacrifice but
No praisal of blood still flowing
Who were the leaders?
what controlled the Killing Hand
that caused this mourning?
Crossing over...

II. Ancient Renewal

Lowered deep into the sea
Being awaits to cleanse his soul
senses weakening time is still
Motionless by stiffening cold

The wheels race back and
Scorch his mind
Traveling all to find the land
Revelation warms a touch
And now, he will begin to
Understand

III. The Stray Seed

Extended a view to yesterday
Manifestation for none the same
Walking amidst a frightening still
No sound, no smoke, no scorching
Flames
He is risen...

Sipping his poison the raven sings
Yet another to add more bodies fallen
King from below
this one controls
the Killing Hand that caused this mourning.
Is it all over?
Is it all over?

IV. Thorns

Evil genius this secret plan
Mercy dealt with the losing hand
Will he ever fall? Can he end it all?
Our savior must make his stand.
Only a Prophet of
years to come
Wanting mortality I'm all alone
He heard my voice
It was my choice I've
stopped the Killing Hand.

V. Exodus

When I go back again
Will it be the same?
I've stopped the cries
But now they know my name
The sea is calling me
my spirit must return
As I get closer,
was it really worth what I have learned?
I'm in the valley
And the saddened chimes
I hear Race toward the wall to find one more name appears.
No one is left now
my one and only land
I laugh at what I've done
I am the Killing Hand.

I'm certainly not suggesting these lyrics are anywhere near as excellent as Brooks' poem, but the idea of finding yourself to be the killer is what the two share.

However, for Brooks, I think the point is that she embodies all the different aspects of her community. She is its watchman, defender, reporter, criminal, killer, poet -- and, perhaps -- its Messiah.

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