When I put the events
of those times
into written sentences
- Do I make them more
real; understandable
Do my actions seem
the more faulty
- Our reactions the more
rational
Or am I simply sucking
the Lfe out of life itself
- making what had once
a body of flesh and blood
into something
dead, silhuetted
-Am I destroying the momories
by sorting them into sections
- Putting these sharp and
pointy syllables
on something
that once
had a shapeless anatomy
of its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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