More than ever, we will need to constantly keep in mind that memory, like liberty, is a frightening thing.

-Elizabeth Loftus

...like words we don't remember

like deeds we quickly forget

like lost catastrophes in a sunken ship

down beneath memories of a trawling tug:

don't know what to think

don't know what to say

when the ghosts of the past

slide through the mem'ries of the silent crowd

where mothers stare at the eyes of those they bear

peering through the flesh of their burdened wombs

when fathers walk by, trudging to the tombs

don't know, don't know

just don't know words to verb

as the coffins wobble past

when Time recalls discarded deeds

that summoned all these deaths

as we pass upon the burdened paths 

weighted with our hardened sins

like words we don't remember

for deeds we quickly forget