Poetry: “Historian”




There’s no doubt of what happened.

And that’s why they’re screaming their throats raw in the streets.

Under oath?


Would you say it under oath?

It’s a crime to lie.

Would you spread out the ink-stained archives? On a pulpit?

On a podium? Before God?


Will you crawl back into silence?

You’re a coward and a hero and someone someday will decide for us.


And your obituary will be a collection of headlines.


You should be grateful.

They used to stone witches.


It’s a dangerous time.

It’s an electronic war.

Look at them. In the streets.


You are too vicious.

You are too weak.

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