Friday, March 8, 2013

Number Eighty Two

Let it be.  There is no remedy for what cannot be healed.  No fixing what is broken beyond reconstuction.  No homecoming for the murdered and the lost.

Let it be, the witness says. Just watch.  Know what has happened.  And let everyone who's seen the damage being done take away the lesson of collapse. Of suffering.  Of the city being sacked and the children crying in cellars.

Let it be, the witness says.  Peer into the slaying heart that makes such brokenness.  Learn how it forgets.  How it rages.  How it lost everything.

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