Forgotten are the pains

                     We buried deep

                     Forgotten are the faces

                     Whose lines we traced

                     With small fingers that cast

                     Glass marbles across the aged linen

                     Determined then, that we would keep

                     From fading. The days

                     We would not forget. Large

                     Were those that loomed beyond

 

                     We knew no loss

                     Then. Forgetfulness

                     Since forgotten

 

                      Who is to answer for the stories

                      unheard? Who will account

                      For our forgetfulness?

 

                      The silence deafens

 

                      Forgotten.

 

                      Our hearts lament.

 

J Nguyen Knight