Against Forgetting

        1
Word has come from the lookout
we’re under attack.
Man the fortress.
Gather the troops.
Tell the kamikaze pilots that
their time has come.

 

        2
The record begins.
You hear the familiar scratch of the needle on vinyl.
At first the story is soothing and seductive
(imagine something like: Jeremy Irons reading “Loleeetah”)
or taste an icy Coca-Cola sliding down your throat
on a warm August afternoon.
You find yourself dancing to the cadence of the voice and the rhythms of the lines.
The story feels good. It is what you know.

Hours pass. The record continues.
(imagine something like: Gilbert Godfrey reading IRS forms)
or taste a hot Coca-cola sticky in your mouth,
fizzing on your teeth.
You feel your stomach churning. A tension is building.
Why is this what I know?

 

       3
There
are
not
enough
bricks.

We cannot defend against this.
They have come with every weapon in their arsenal.
we are powerless. The fragility of our tower is exposed.
Rebuilding is not an option.

There
are
not
enough
bricks.

 

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~ by hannahcsykes on May 7, 2008.

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