How do you find
language to describe
what no longer exists?
Is it a vacuum?
An absence? A lack?
How will you
explain what it was like
when morning came
and you found yourself
unable to pronounce
the title with
<his name>?
Unable to link words,
one by one, into
a chain strong enough
to safely convey
the unthinkable?
What is it like for you
to imagine that
dwindling time
when the acknowledged
remained unimaginable?
When dead-eyed, vapid,
and vacant were animated,
instead, by mercy,
intelligence, and humanity?
Will you help them,
one day, understand
how we allowed our
pure freedom
to be smeared and sullied
by the sticky fingers
of unheeded warnings?
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: djacoby/Pixabay
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