Doth the weary traveller forget the shining stars?
Doth history forget her brothers in arms?
Doth the sunken ship forget the sailors, gone?
Why, then, doth humans forget their own?
Why, then, doth we cease to love and laugh?
Why doth our greed feed us to the horizon’s dark gast?
…and yet “Out of sight, out of mind” they say…
© achillesheelpoetry, 2020