Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Ones Who Were Not There

You wonder whether
maybe if
only just could
would it.
You hover over
shards of glass
plastic clothing pavement
metal screeching roll
and crumble
into nothing.
You watch them
knowing what will
knowing when and how
much always
after.
You hear what
you know in blackness
never synching
aware only it was
horror
twisted and irretrievable
irreplaceable
insurmountable
unforgettable.
You sit.
You try to
feel it.
Know.
This is now
no more ever
will only.
You are still.
You are.
Maybe nothing only
every simple
else
together
still.

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