Sunday, January 14, 2018

The Unthinkable (Day 361)


How do you find 
language to describe 
what no longer exists?
Is it a vacuum?
An absence? A lack?
How will you
explain what it was like 
when morning came 
and you found yourself
unable to pronounce
the title with
<his name>?
Unable to link words,
one by one, into 
a chain strong enough 
to safely convey 
the unthinkable?
What is it like for you
to imagine that 
dwindling time 
when the acknowledged
remained unimaginable? 
When dead-eyed, vapid,
and vacant were animated, 
instead, by mercy, 
intelligence, and humanity? 
Will you help them, 
one day, understand 
how we allowed our 
pure freedom
to be smeared and sullied
by the sticky fingers 
of unheeded warnings?


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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