A failure of the imagination
Some moments cauterize the
blood,
whether
red sunrise over a frozen
lake,
or
making love.
Memory calls them like prayers,
like war,
writing history
over peace,
its advancement, its inertia
breaking out
from phyrric victory
to full scale retreat.
Ghosts battle in heaven
in the name of their gods
-rights infringed, thousands
dead -
haunting romance at the
edge of reason
constructing limits
on true freedom
where once were buildings,
called guilt and fear.
25/9/01