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Whisper by Jonathan O’Such
from Trillium: May 2022
Whisper
by Jonathan O’Such
I watch on
as the greatest minds
of the generation before memaybe even twofade into unknowingness.
Tears for memories, memories of friends and lovers, choked to death by depression’s left hand,
brothers who never came back from the war, the war that no one cared about, that took their lives and left no body,
marriages burned away- cloth fabric set ablaze by an idea in a matchbox distributed to every young adult,
that love is a feeling, commitment is a useless tie, self-preservation should be their closest friend,
when those tears dry, and their fingers rest, and their weary heads fall gently on their desks,
I begin to wonder: if books are left to rot, collecting dusts on archived shelves, Does the writer’s brain rot with them?
