I wonder, when John Hancock
signed the Declaration,
if he could feel time pulling apart
then back together,
taking the shape
of his America.
I wonder, when Lincoln
felt the cold bullet
enter the curls of his hair,
if he had enjoyed the play.
I wonder, when Nazi’s
burned ownerless toys
and 80-year marriage rings,
if they were shaken
by the screams of thousands.
I wonder, when the sailor
kissed that nurse
when the war had been won,
if he thought about bombs
or her soft lips.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
I wonder, when John Hancock
signed the Declaration,
if he could feel time pulling apart
then back together,
taking the shape
of his America.
I wonder, when Lincoln
felt the cold bullet
enter the curls of his hair,
if he had enjoyed the play.
I wonder, when Nazi’s
burned ownerless toys
and 80-year marriage rings,
if they were shaken
by the screams of thousands.
I wonder, when the sailor
kissed that nurse
when the war had been won,
if he thought about bombs
or her soft lips.
