they say revenge is seasonal
but
this day
I watch a parade of souls
file past my mind
each one holding another's face
in his own dead hands
they are not separated
in their geographies
- these souls -
all cellular constellations
ideological discrepancies
pigmentations of skin
the outlines of an eyelid or lips--
gone
who
was right or first
least worthy
most oppressed--
who
was chosen
or cursed--
gone
there is no better season
for grief
but this day
as I watch the silhouettes of souls
moving through my mind
using a word
they barely knew in life:
enough
Mikele Rauch, American
Boston, Massachusetts
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