Flavor of Memory
Talkingmime
When the wound is no longer raw,
All fingers point to blame.
(everyone remembers clearly
the tears, the horror, the shame)
Everyone can see those invisible scars,
Everyone can see through those lies.
(we all wish it never happened,
we all wish she had survived)
All that remains is hushed suspicions,
And for those who never knew: Fear.
(but now no one still remembers
all that he had given here)
It is so easy to condemn,
Disgusted, through gritted teeth.
(and it's so easy to forget
the legacies he left buried beneath)
Sunday, December 17, 2006