Thanks to Acts of Hope
At a peace gathering
We’re not only ten thousand I said
there are more of us here
the dead of both wars
are with us
A journalist came and asked
how could I know that
haven’t you seen them
i ask the clueless guy
haven’t you heard your grandmother
groaning when they started it up again
do you live all alone
without any dead who drop in
for a drink with you
do you really think
you are only yourself
Dorothee Sölle, The Mystery of Death
2 comments:
I read this at Jane's and almost cross posted it myself.
Amen. I always think of who I never got to meet because of war, a loss that can't really be expressed. I look at the Wall and wonder, who might have been part of my life?
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