Tuesday, May 1, 2018

To you, who will never (Day 468)


Who embraces ingorance 
as preferable to fear?
Who refuses to hear 
the truth? To face reality
as it is, not 
as they want it to be? 
And what does this matter
to you, future children?
To you, who will never lay 
on your backs in a field 
of clover-patched grass, 
listening to the thrum 
of millions of tiny wings.
What does any of this matter 
to you?



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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