11-04-2025, 04:20 AM
What Survives
I don't think anyone was lucky,
not those who lived,
but maybe those who died.
There is a weight to survival,
heavier than the snow
that covered them.
Don’t tell me what you would have done.
The ground was too hard to dig,
and the damned weather provided a shroud.
No one prayed then or since. It would have
been a blasphemy of grace.
Eventually, they were forgotten
like so many missed meals.
But hunger always remembers
where to dig.I
I don't think anyone was lucky,
not those who lived,
but maybe those who died.
There is a weight to survival,
heavier than the snow
that covered them.
Don’t tell me what you would have done.
The ground was too hard to dig,
and the damned weather provided a shroud.
No one prayed then or since. It would have
been a blasphemy of grace.
Eventually, they were forgotten
like so many missed meals.
But hunger always remembers
where to dig.I
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson