2018 Works

Last Night

May 21, 2018

Last Night

Last night I cried for the bombing
A long-dead story
78 years have passed now
There is nearly no one left
And yet the laughter of echoes
The snapshot of imprints – persist
To not play the 45s of all our yesteryears
of the pasts and deeper pasts
To forget is nearly impossible
To forget is nearly impossible…

How is that possible?
The images implant – persist
Is it in my cellular memory?
After the thousandth question
It whispered to me softly
“You will lose everything…
you must learn the great quiet inside you.
There have been many losses in this world
and life goes on…”

You Might Also Like

No Comments

Leave a Reply