Poem

The Bridge

On the Westminster Bridge Massacre, 22 March 2017

When Wordsworth stood upon that bridge most fair,
And wondered if some gloomy passer-by
Could be so dim that London’s majesty
Would never touch his dullness, unaware,

The poet prophesied the world’s despair
That here beneath a once and future sky,
In Islam’s name the innocent would die
Their cries to fill the crisp and smokeless air;

That there would be no Christian left to weep
The dead whose countrymen with tears befill
The waters of the gently flowing deep.

Sad London, void of intellect and will,
That harbors in its communistic sleep
A heathen horde that relishes the kill!

Winner of the 2020 Society of Classical Poets Competition (America's highest honor in classical verse), Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet of New Mexico. He is also the only American to have won the Scottish International Poetry Competition (see: Times Literary Supplement, Jan 27, 2017). A Pushcart Prize nominee, MacKenzie's verses have appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), The Telegraph (London), and many other venues. He wirtes primarily for Trinacria (New York) and the Society of Classical Poets (New York).

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