etc etc etc by Peter Adair

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Remember, this is now.  We’re moving on,

retired combatants, the hierarchy of corpses,

the bloated crematorium.

The past is a bombed-out city –

we don’t go there anymore

etc etc etc

Remember, this is now.  We’re using our talents,

pushing the process on, post-conflict, post-grief,

post-incineration.

The past is a bullet-riddled body sprawled in a street.

We’ve ploughed our guns into glossy pamphlets

etc etc etc

Remember, this is now.  Sharp suits, sound bites, PR,

a complacent amnesia and a perilous peace.

The past is a regrettable incident, a bomb

that went off early,

a phone call that never got through

etc etc etc

Remember, this is now.  There’s no going back – get it? –

though some (we acknowledge their grief) are left

behind.  The past is decommissioned, buried

in a bunker and we only fire popguns

at presumptuous hacks

etc etc etc

Remember, this is now.  Don’t live…

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