Friday, September 11, 2020


It has been nineteen years.

The wounds have still not healed
But many scars show pale and bunched
And every movement still pulls at them
Reminders for those who remember to pay attention
Of whom there are fewer each day
While for more this is
The way it's always been

There is no nostalgic hope
For those who have known nothing else
For those who had it, looked, and saw
For those who saw it closest

Things have changed
And they have been made to change
As ever has been the case
As ever will be the case
But are they better?

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