Forever Separate

Adam Wykes


The year is 1939

and in this glen

in central Asia

the drifting clouds appease the eyes

and none here sees

in these fractal holographies

the klaxons rousing millions

to a dim and deepening roar

though the red horizon

coagulates with tanks and soldiers

and toward the dawn a rising sun

threatens conflagration

we stand here, apace

and wonder, knowing history,

if we might detect a tremble in the earth

to match our minds


the butterflies flit and fall

where they may here

and we are unable even to die

for anything beyond ourselves

but must muster for the harder problem

of purposing ourselves

apart from all the other’s needs.

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