Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 4
Distance speeds up
Time softens pain—
Leaks out, floats away
Forgotten.
Next crisis.
Greater horror.
More death.
So far away,
No more real than the cheered-for pain of Hollywood.
Will we remember those whose TV is a window?
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