The past is as definitive as smoke
horror of horrors, we wake up to hear
elegies for the dearly departed
particles float like snow like dust, ashes
ashes, we all fall down, children sing songs
simple nursery rhymes from Mother Goose
tragedy after tragedy, the well
is poisoned, yet we all still drink from it
smoke rises in billows from factories
accept the fact, this is no factory
still we drink the poisoned water, cooler
despite the cold outside, despite the snow
eventually, ashes return to dust
from organic matter to stellar light
instruments of torture, murder and rape
notable for honor, prestige, respect
integrity as meaningless as dust
tribute to the martyrs of resistance
insulted, ignominious in name
vestiges of the past, long gone, deceased
even as we speak, forgetfulness lurks
auto-da-fé, act of the faith, believe
sickness is inherent, transmissible
straight from the top down to the lower rungs
monsters inhabit imagination
orders obey a clear chain of command
killing time, an ontological fact
ephemeral as smoke, never forget
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