Bifurcation
Nostalgic delirium-
through rose-tinted glasses I watch
adolescent callousness
transmute
life
to
memory,
innocence ensnared,
a civil war
sanctioned by silence.
Through car windows limp bodies are cataloged,
given names and offered apologies in silence.
Through the assembling of words
that never seem to fall in the proper order,
I atone in silence.