This is such a bad time for you,
I’m almost embarrassed to arrive
bearing more bad news,
and it pains me more
than you could know,
to say that these days seared,
as they are, as they should be,
in soul and memory,
are days that probably,
probably, most of us
will want to forget,
and probably will forget
at a price that you and we
will pay and pay and pay
unless we resolve to love,
to remember, to resist,
and to love, to remember,
to resist until our joy
overflows, flooding and fertilizing
until something new grows
and loves and remembers
and resists and floods and fertilizes.
