Oddlands Magazine: Kryptonian International Remembrance Day by Leah Bobet
Don’t tell me that you understand
leave flowers in the bobbing stars
that drunken-spin among the graves
I visit each remembrance day.
Don’t tell me that you understand:
It must be awful; I knew a guy-
A cousin’s friend’s old teacher, who
passed similar, in a clap of light-
I know just how you feel.
Take your hand away.
Don’t pat my arm.
You never smelled this field burn;
you never tasted melting sky.
Don’t tell me that you understand.
I named this day remembrance day.
And you’ll understand and understand
each melting sky, each searing burn
as unified, as same, as one,
as sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Don’t fucking tell me you understand.
Each world unravels different;
each planet dies its moan alone.
Each death is its own star.
