'things won’t straighten themselves up...'

surprise! surprise! an entirely written in the morning blogpost.

'after every war

someone has to clean up.

things won’t

straighten themselves up, after all...' 

- wisława szymborska, the end and the beginning.

so gaza. assuming the genocide actually stops (and stays stopped). a billion dollars just to haul off the rubble. 

'someone has to push the rubble

to the side of the road,

so the corpse-filled wagons

can pass.'

the death toll will become subject to disputation 'did 40,000 really die', 'hamas run health ministry' etc. 

'someone has to drag in a girder

to prop up a wall.

someone has to glaze a window,

rehang a door...'

rebuild. rebuild again. rebuild better. (to have it bombed again. have it bombed better.)

'in the grass that has overgrown

causes and effects,

someone must be stretched out

blade of grass in his mouth

gazing at the clouds.'

can this ever happen? the world can forget. the cameras will soon have left. can people who lived through this (and will live through the reconstruction) forget?  

soon we enter trumpland. we are witnessing its capricious effects already. here's some light listening on sunday (to prepare you for the monday). 

today horsemouth travels to the forge filing station.