I thought we were better than this, the Holocaust wet paint - TopicsExpress



          

I thought we were better than this, the Holocaust wet paint over fresh plaster, the bloody fluids cleansed, debris and bone raked away. Then I read a passage in Carolyn Forche’s book, Twentieth Century Poetry of Witness, and everything I knew, believed I knew, believed in, believed about me, my people’s history, scattered like the flight of pigeons before a hawk. You try to ignore it, but a scab does not form nor a scar, just an everyday breaking of flesh, a reopening of wounds. There are not enough stitches in the world to keep all of it intact so you give in (I gave in) and the pursuit to truth begins #prayforGaza
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 17:30:39 +0000

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