I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows
This is the power we need in a post-truth world, where political forces claim the right to manipulate our perceptions through distortions of language.
I’ll plant Tamatim here
as an experiment
to treat the wounded ground,
In times like these, to get you to listen,
I must show you how
To grasp history with your hands.
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