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          History
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The war eats us - slowly,
a leisurely feast.
All we do is Done;
dragged behind -
history.

Unpaid taxes,
parenting with half a mind,
dodging dreams, sleeping, waking,
all we've done -
dragged behind.

Bottles, blankets, cradle toys;
schoolbooks, wagons, crayons.
Bikes and bombs and jungle death,
whatever comfort we can find,
all we do is dragged behind.
History.

Too much coffee, too many cigarettes,
too many false illusions,
too many sad regrets.
The dead alive from day to day,
too much unfaded memory,
no final benedictory,
to lift the weight
of history.