Kara

Such dense thuds (>>>smash, scream, heartstab) cannot be captured,

     Just as flames rising above trees were not,

Nor can the mortal majesty of tragedy’s togetherness,

     Water shoved down the throat, the comforting embrace, solidarity,

The living – loving – in dead square.

 

Screens that turn black have now eroded bits of memory,

If they were ever really real (even for a horrorflash).

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D.R.

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