four Jonestown senryu
On Nov. 18, 1978, Jim Jones led a mass suicide; that day, bodies covered the Jonestown compound.
four Jonestown senryu
Guiana
nineteen seventy eight
cyanide
popularity
he had a cult following
parishioner draft
wanderlust stragg’lers
remnants of religious freaks
keep away from them!
deep in rain forest
drafted into cult of war
together leave earth
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Written for:
February 25th – Theme or Word: Cult Form: – Haiku Structure: – 3-5-3
Also posted on:
haiku my heart
Photos credits: Wall Street Journal Online
Posted on February 23, 2012, in Haiku Heights, haiku my heart, The Haiku Challenge and tagged cult, cult of war, draft, draft into a cult, Guiana, haiku, Haiku Heights, haiku my heart, james warren jones, jim jones, jonestown, jonestown haiku, jonestown senryu, jonestown verse, leave earth, mass suicide, parishioner, religious freaks, senryu, suicide, suicide haiku, suicide senryu, suicide verse, the haiku challenge, verse, wall street journal, wanderlust. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
Well done. Still gives me shivers to think about.
Peace
Siggi in Downeast Maine
The bodies were taken home on a C-5A Galaxy & were processed @ Dover AFB, DE.
A tragic episode.
Made my flesh creep – that’s a compliment, by the way.
Chilling!
Such a dark episode. Very well painted in your senryu.
That was sad story…..but you penned it beautifully!
Humanity
This is a chilling tale of the horrors of the cult ~
Nice one ~
It was a terrible tragedy. Thank you for remembering…
Virgin’s cult
Is it a true stroy..? You have narrated it well..
For some reason — when I do think of cult – Jim Jones always comes to mind … thank you for choosing and sharing ~~ Here is my Day 25.
You’ve described this tragedy without mawkishness – very well written – what a terrible waste of life.
The phrase “parishioner draft” brought to my mind a double meaning. A draft of beer…a draft of poison…drawn (drafted) by a parishioner. *shudder*
sad story Zongrik.. Loved your take on the prompt..
Life… so precious. Your words and image have so many powerful layers.
It’s giving me the chills
another great write and another tragedy not to be forgotten.