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War Never Ends

Photo courtesy of Ruki Fernando

 

This anniversary marks a stage,

a pause in the fighting, does not

 

a lasting peace reflect( especially

when celebrated as if one party

 

won). But dictates of reason,

and saving what’s left, and

 

exhaustion, meant going abroad

as the solution while the attention

 

span of foreign observers and

sympathizers reached a limit.

 

They moved quickly to other

conflicts. But mothers and sisters

 

of the disappeared remain mothers

and sisters bereft and have no closure,

 

no news, no trials. So for them this

war has not come to an end. And

 

for me who did not lose an immédiate

family member but various heroes

 

in the larger and motley family

of artists and thinkers, I invoke

 

Richard now and Neelan and ask

did their souls, along with those

 

of other scribes and witnesses–

can one name every one murdered

 

in one space?–are they at rest? In

that famed and elusive bower

 

we call peace ( or rather absence

from war) and day to day life

 

in the island of forget me not

and forget everything as if one

 

can wipe away thirty years of

war with an act of the mind,

 

a self-imposed mental armistice?

I write to honor the dead and

 

I write to remember the war

so at least as long as we are

 

alive we will burn candles

for those stolen, kidnapped,

 

wiped away from court

records and some history

 

books, but not in our collective

elegy, these lines my offering.

 

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