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Something has been done to my account that eliminates space between lines. I'd feel obliged to complain but it's a nice change of pace.

Coffee, Cigarettes,

The Holocaust and Chernobyl -

It's like I'm seeing the images for the first time.

The scale,

The merciless scale of human suffering,

The incomprehensible color of all those lives melted into moments.

I used to think I had endured enough

But when I see the photographs,

When I see the little details

That paint our portrait,

The looks on faces,

The clothing,

The involuntary twitches,

I realize that I have endured nothing

And that our era of broken souls is but a crack in the fissure

Of what can really be done to one another.  

Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lan-Pjv99Xk

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, makes us think...and it is so often the case...when we think we have it bad, we see the suffering others are incurring...and what we have is nothing in comparison...we are actually lucky...

potent poetry here.
j.

[John the Baptist]

A lot of insight in this one. What we are dealing with now pales beside the horrors of the past.