Wednesday, February 15, 2017

History

"Autumn trees swept with dawn
Look as if they've been lacquered,
Rooted around an old battlefield.
The mists linger here like ghosts."

I think we all have to make the best of being here, no matter how history conspired to throw our various ancestors together. The difficulty of doing so transcends even such helpful and necessary terms as cross-generational trauma and witness fatigue. We tell each other we must never forget, yet without the courage to make something new from the carnage, there is no reason to remember.


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