October 8, 2023

protested / but not enough

War, again.

Or perhaps, still.

Or indeed, always.

Attribution

And when they bombed other people’s houses,
we

protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not

enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America

was falling: invisible house by invisible house by
invisible house.

I took a chair outside and watched the sun.

In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money

in the street of money in the city of money in the country of
money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)

lived happily during the war.

— We Lived Happily During the War by Ilya Kaminsky