On the 466th day, or just each yesterday since 1948, or the crusades, the exodus, the unfortunate story of humanity…
I heard a story on the waves of another hospital bombing,
And I noticed I didn’t say my customary prayer,
As I would, had an ambulance sped by
Or a bus gone off road
Or a shooting (with disgust on my tongue)
And I was reminded of what Alyssa said about holding too much empathy at once,
Short circuiting the system, burnout, compassion fatigue
And how Ani said rather than holding anyone to account, we’ll drive out of range
And how my anger, sometimes, is the only thing that remains
To hold the line,
And when I asked what we should do, (when tearing everything down is the only real answer,)
- we could only come to an agreement, to ask of ourselves, of others
to keep the worry, the outrage, the prayer on our lips.
To seal their deaths with a kiss
(Missed yesterday😒 wrote this this morning about yesterday, I guess we will see if I write another tonight)
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