"Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then."
-Bob Seger, Songwriter, "Against the Wind"
Our generation once assumed
that change was due, the old ways doomed.
But now life ends without a boom
and barely a whimper … often too soon,
and in the algorithm a debt
to Mother Earth, from acute neglect.
That we would soon lose innocence,
first in a motorcade mid-Texas,
a jacket colored in blood, Chanel—
then Dante's Inferno and jaws of Hell
as husbands and sisters jumped and missed
the earth Ground Zero, a concrete abyss.
That one day we would closely know
the breath at death … the exhale slow
as fading twilight … and vigils at night,
and plead to the dying to look for the light,
the beacon that leads to heaven … but when?
With sorrow we know what we didn't know then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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