Do not remember! Not like this!
Far better, truer, genuine
To let it rest
Safely immured, without occasion,
Than celebrate and honour it
Like this.
Scheduled remembrance is a fraud,
A sham that but adorns itself
With outward worth, significance and gravity
To mask the failure
Of what’s commemorated.
Remembrance true and genuine
Is alteration of the soul,
Is reformation of the self to different boundaries
By integrating what was meaningful and what had moment
Into the very framework of the world which
Newly now perceived and structured,
Becomes what had been sought by those
Who are remembered.
Remembrance otherwise,
Lacks meaning in the frame
Of who we are.
It is a fraud:
A gloss,
Veneer most thin that hides
Profound forgetting.
