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Mothers with newborns in knotted slings, on their heads impossible towers of things, the old in carts, the children by the hand, these people crossing a cratered land are more than metaphor; but they are also metaphor. We are the truth to one another. Look: don’t wait for some historian’s book to understand this (then it will be too late.) This is the unchecked power of the State, the end of empathy, the rise of Mars, the avarice that in the end mars all our laws and medicine and art. Show me one fleeing person’s heart and I will show you a thousand griefs for loves, hopes, memories, beliefs that war has undermined. Corpses plowed under, mined roads and fields, the groves and orchards poisoned, fathers and brothers tortured, hope abandoned with the other heavy furniture — it isn't much of a road, the future, if you don’t know where it goes or it goes nowhere.
From Noon until Night, Barrow Street Press, 2017
Richard Hoffman‘s four books of poetry are Without Paradise; Gold Star Road; Emblem; and Noon until Night. His other books include the memoirs Half the House and Love & Fury, and the story collection Interference and Other Stories.