(a poem ending with lines from “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald)<\/p>\n
How I managed the sight of smoke
\nfrom my mother’s kitchen and not remember
\nthat I once lived in a home fire burns everything
\nthat has a body, I do not know.
\nMy little brother remembers still that there was
\na scar behind his back, something he got
\nfrom a blind bullet during the war that claimed
\nour land and wipe us from the history book.
\nThe smoke on the mountain behind our tabernacle
\ndraws the portrait of his memory on the sky.
\nYes, he remembers the fire and the embers of a city.
\nHow do I tell him we’re the fulfilment of what’s written?
\nThat every gathered cloud would rain water through
\nheaven’s eyes and not fire or bomb or bullet?
\nI understand there’s still a dent of black
\non his rainbowed heart, but every traces
\nof grief has gone with the old earth.
\nSo we’d beat on, boats against the current,
\nborne back ceaselessly into the past.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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