remembrance

There is nothing more
to say
to see
to listen to.

Don’t try.

We have scars on our eyelids
bodies falling
dust clouds
screams.

There are children for whom
it is already history
vague events
that littered the world
before they were born
Moses and Mother Theresa
as contemporaries
in shadow stories.

There is nothing to say
yet we can’t stop talking.

n.m.rai

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