rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Bleh

Because I've been feeling crappy all day, and it was so cold, I didn't go anywhere today. I've got to get some bills mailed, and I've only got one donut left so I'll have to get out tomorrow or there will be none for Tuesday, and I hope I feel better than I did today. I know for sure it won't be any warmer. The closest thing to a warm day won't arrive until next Sunday, and that won't be very warm, just warmer than this week. Right now I just feel like curling up under the covers with a book, and I hope I can sleep well tonight. I'm entirely without energy, and my back is aching.




Sunday Verse



A Book on a Shelf


by Roger Mitchell


A history of some sort, one that made us,
a war and what the war had meant, or since
meaning eludes war, what it did to the look
of the trees and the sides of the buildings,
most of which survived, only to be torn down
later to widen the street or put up a new
office complex. There it was on the shelf.
I was there only a moment, but still,
I wanted to know what happened to the man
in the photograph wearing a flat cap
standing outside the important building
cheering. He was there. He was part of that
moment, one of the first into the streets
when the turn of events came, the declaration
or pronouncement, words that would change
the look of everything he smiled on, words
that may have cost him his life. Here it is
in a book I found on a shelf. The person
who lives here bought it at a library
stock reduction sale. No one had read it.
It looked interesting thirty years ago.
It was practically new, the back uncracked.
But the person did what those before her had,
put it up on a shelf and never found
a way back to it. The history sits there,
unread, unbelievable, somebody else's.
Even I have only looked at the pictures,
at the man smiling between the cold pages.
Maybe ending the world as he knew it
was ok. Maybe it was the only way.
Maybe the world has to come to an end
in the first place to be the world. And the man?
He has to smile, though he knows so little
of what's coming, even looking right at it.
As we do, who still haven't read the book.

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