"atrocitites" poems
A thousand strangers go before me
Their bad jokes and worse haircuts linger
In my online shadow, that twenty-first century history
That is etched for every one of us.
The species has always been able to forget
It is what keeps us alive, and subsequently kills us
So why is it we can forget the past's atrocitites
But not my Year 9 obsession with Japanese cartography?
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC