—by which we mean something
we thought impossible, unreeling
before our eyes. The days too bright,
the nights either too quiet or
exploding with earthquake debris
and the bombast of helicopter
raids. Parents and children torn
from each others' arms. Then
they disappear. How many times
do you read the word torture
in the news? Don't say this is
just the way history plays out.
Don't say the pendulum swings
hard but it's not done. Don't
say you can find other words
to excuse this or make it clean.


