Okay. I know that no one's going to die
miserably (or any other way)
for lack of what is found here in these poems.
If the world has taught us anything it's that
there are few things we cannot live without:
even clothing, friends, health, homes -
are finally dispensable. Although we'd likely say
the death of a lover, a father, a daughter, would be
unbearable, it wouldn't. We've all had impossible losses
(or so we thought until we ultimately bore them).
We will always have to face our holocausts
although it's difficult to say so within
the confines of our comfortable, small rooms,
where, privileged and safe, we craft our tunes.
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- Ronald Wallace