A necessary kick in the stomach from one of my longtime favorites, Ilya Kaminsky (1977-).
“We Lived Happily During the War”
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.
I took a chair outside and watched the sun.
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.
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Stunning! i / we here, in this country, need this unflinching self-scrutiny and truth telling. Thank you.