i sat next to a
young boy today,
who was so filled with
tragedy, he could not
stop wailing. he
must have been 7 or
8, & when his father
called him a “big
baby,” it injected
even more
shame & regret into
his shivering
soul.
torture the air
‘til nothing can
breathe; scourge the
land with sprawl;
rape the water.
we monumentalize
the memory of the
terrors of the holocaust
so we will always
remember.
& in the smoldering
distraction of our
lives, we don’t
notice––
we never
forget.