The Dead


Who will bury the dead?
Who will cover the graves
Of grandparents, parents,
And children destroyed?
We will not see the wretched
Ceremonies of the survivors.
Their grief will not interfere
With our evening meals.
We will not lie awake,
Wondering when the bombs
Will strike us as we run;
But no supremacy can save us
From the reckoning of time.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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