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Not All Heroes

by Mainon A Schwartz

I feel so morbid— 
I kept expecting death at any moment. 
 
Remember, the way the scene slowed?
Iranian orphans struggled 
Against a backdrop of flames; 
Every motion of muscle, every 
Drop of sweat was magnified. 
 
I braced myself for the inevitable: 
Back tensed, hands clenched, 
Jaw taut. I didn’t want to cry— 
(My emotions aren’t like yours; 
They stretch like taffy, and I 
Fold them back inside, without 
Ever swallowing, or setting free) 
 
But no one died— 
And I was confronted with disappointment 
 
Where I should have felt only joy. 
An empty drum and a layer 
Of melted ice were enough for a boy 
To express euphoria: splashing 
Was enough to kindle a smile. 
 
I scolded myself for my narrow- 
Mindedness: not all movies need a death 
To advance the plot. 
(Maybe one day I too will sit 
On a train, exulting, because the beat 
Of hands on knees matches 
The rhythm of wheels on tracks). 
 
And not all heroes 
Need to be stoic to be strong.

09/08/2003

Posted on 09/08/2003
Copyright © 2025 Mainon A Schwartz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/08/03 at 08:10 PM

Powerful writing that really gives insight into the needs we have that we should be ashamed of. Great verse that really gets you thinking.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/12/03 at 04:34 PM

'And not all heroes Need to be stoic to be strong.'. Powerful and so meaningful.

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