Statement: I feel the need to give some context for this piece because we are in difficult times. It is hard to know who to trust. This poem is about grief. Grief is our inheritance. It is not the only thing that we have inherited. Feel what you must feel about today. Anger, grief, angst, fear, all of these are valid and appropriate responses to the election of Donald Trump and the affirmation of hatred that his being elected signals.
There is no “but” after that. You will know what to do. The grief will tell you.
Beloved something that may be of Dearest, there were nights with no moon even if they did not know it what I mean is you are the prize of the Ones what I mean is a fact
unjust I’d like for you to remember it has only now know which is an awful thing for me but it is so many things are possible. yes |
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This poem originally appeared on Bettina Judd’s blog.