Cruelty so methodical
it consults lists
cruelty so arrogant
it keeps records
cruelty so complete
it robs you of yourself
cruelty so widespread
it consumes the known universe
cruelty so tidy
it couldn’t be life

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22 Responses to Remembrance

  1. Monica says:

    Danke, Gageier, für diesen Kommentar und gute Wünsche auch für dich .

  2. gageier says:

    Hallo war ganz kurz auf deiner Seite hier,komme wieder muss noch so viel lesen,wünsche dir ein schönes Wochenende viele Grüsse Klaus aus Köln.

  3. Monica says:

    Comment sharp and precise – very nice. New gravatar, wath – have to check it out.

  4. Monica says:

    I’m sorry to hear that, Talia, and hope it’s temporary.

  5. Cutting crystal vision.
    Sobering and scary.

  6. Hello Monica,
    Thank you for that, life has thrown some stones in my path and for this reason I haven’t had time to devote to my writing.

    Best regards.


  7. Monica says:

    Hello Talia, It’s so good to have you blogging again. I look forward to reading your thoughtful, beautiful work and commentary.

  8. Hello Monica,
    How succintly you encapsulate the theme of the holocaust. In Hitler’s case the list was meticulous and endless, such was his arrogance. I hope you are well and wonder if the Obama/Osama outcome will bring peace for the families who lost so much.

  9. Monica says:

    Dear Pen, Such a special life full of joy and love. Lucky Pen. Lucky Bess to have such a good mom. There must be some lesson about love and loss we are supposed to learn with our beloved animals. Otherwise, why couldn’t they live as long as humans do? It’s a giving and a taking at the same time. Wish I knew the answer.

  10. Monica says:

    Thank goodness, Sandy, harder to hide. And hate is less socially acceptable.

  11. Monica says:

    Yes, Ian – what humans call “beasts” don’t have the time or energy to kill for pleasure

  12. Monica says:

    Thank you, Laz – your poems always make me breathe deeply and think, too

  13. Monica says:

    Thank you, Bluebee – I know this subject is much on your mind.

  14. Monica says:

    As always, a telling comment, Androgoth. The footprint, our witness. Somehow we need to remember by celebrating the lives lost. But grief comes close to preventing it.

  15. Monica says:

    Thanks, Richard – it would be a very discordant record

  16. penpusherpen says:

    I hate any form of cruelty with a passion that makes my blood boil. This wonderful poem makes the point succinctly my friend, and of course there are some who relish in the recording of lives taken, I wonder would they relish in their own life being a number so recorded?
    Many thanks for your lovely words about my Girl, Monica, and you made me smile too which is something I’ve been doing a lot less lately while she’s been ill and finally laid to sleep, but now I can celebrate her life and her sharing love of life with us, I am so, so glad I had her as my friend and companion for so long, xPenx

  17. sandy says:

    Sad but true, Monica. But so much harder to hide than it used to be, thank goodness.

  18. Cruelty breeds much hate and in turn gives rise to bitterness
    Cruelty is a sad manmade trait

  19. lazfreedman says:

    This made me think, my wise friend,
    What a world…
    Peace to you, Monica

  20. bluebee says:

    Absolutely brilliant poem, Monica – The Holocaust, Rwanda, Bosnia (and it goes on), all here in your words – shame on the human race

  21. Androgoth says:

    Yes there is always a footprint left behind,
    something that we as humankind have to
    witness, and to absorb the ripples of time.

    I hope that you are very well my great friend

    Androgoth XXx

  22. Artswebshow says:

    I presume this isn’t a music record.
    Excellent poem

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