Only a few weeks from September, so only a few weeks from a bunch of political posturing about never forgetting, and me feeling uncomfortable, shuddering at the entire charade of it. I get uncomfortable when people talk in nevers and forevers; they’re such eternal words, and I’m not sure what eternity means. Sometimes that sort of faith frightens me. You need to read this:
And then this, from the same poem by Rebecca Hazelton.
And then the rest of the poem at Everyday Genius, because you are invested now. Because something about this one demands to be read the whole way through. Because the sad truth of it is this poem will be forgotten, just like those bodies and these bodies will be forgotten. And what does that even mean.