here’s an imploration (is that a word?)
it should be, when history requires
our attention to details
we might miss
among all the screens
so – the imploration (which is a word):
atrocity and triumph
each exists a short distance
away from the other
in meaning
and in goal
like war, and peace
cold, and fire
din, and silence
at the end of the day
we must not turn the page
from the first word
we must break
the connection, because
to do otherwise
would lead us
along the stale path
ungrowing, until
we realize she was right,
the holocaust survivor
who told us,
when we really
weren’t paying attention
but should’ve been
“we cannot keep hatred”
because, if we do
we stay hateful
that’s not the life
I want