Before It Became History
21st Century
Around us, death, destruction, ships and planes,
The whole of Europe trapped in trauma, pains
As deep as human memory can tell,
And still be human, brought us into hell.
And yet, we lived to dance against the wind
Of cruelties we felt, or saw, or sinned.
We grew, we knew, with memory as guide,
Against the broken innocence. We tried
To recreate a noble sense of who
We were, and are, and dream, and often do.
The terrible, the unremembered, binds
The dead and dying promises, the kinds
Of swearing oaths of caring, sharing, makes
Us wonder what catastrophe it takes.
DayPoems Poem No. 2446
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2446.html">Before It Became History by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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