After The Fact Poem by soren Barrett
After The Fact
Watering grass in the rain, feeding an inferno with matches
With a dirty blotter removing an ink stain, on a sunken boat battening down the hatches
Thieves have left, install an alarm, sun risen it can't be held back
Gun fired now disarm, raise the dead following attack
On the rope of time with both ends fixed how do you unknot a snarl
One stands betwixt yesterday and morrow's coming parl
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8/29/2026 3:59:59 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Nicely written. A series of futile, contradictory actions showing the impossibility of undoing time, leaving a person trapped between past and future.