for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars
immeasurable and void.
Something uncapturable is gone—
gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn,
scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass
and remembrance.
Something unforgettable is past—
blown from a glimmer into nothingness, or less,
which finality swept into a corner ... where it lies
in dust and cobwebs and silence.
Originally published in the anthology There is Something in the Autumn, then turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong
Categories:
uncapturable, absence, holocaust, horror, violence,
Form: Free verse