Remembering by Mandy Macdonald

What if we really remembered, and could learn
the lesson taught us by the countless dead
of countless wars:
could hear the shrieks, the clamour of the dying,
the voices of the firestorm; could have caught
the whispered faint escape of terminal breath
deflating the body, floating out, blown atoms
carried across ages and continents? What if
we paid attention?

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