Something

for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

 

Something inescapable is lost ...

lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,

vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars

immeasurable and void.

 

Something uncapturable is gone ...

gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn,

scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass

and remembrance.

 

Something unforgettable is past ...

blown from a glimmer into nothingness, or less,

which finality swept into a corner ... where it lies

in dust and cobwebs and silence.

 

Originally published in the anthology There is Something in the Autumn, then turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong