Don't Open the Weighty Book

 Don’t Open the Weighty Book

Because browsing there 

will make your heart crouch,

will blister your eyes—

Clap it shut before you learn

too much of what is 

unpreventable.

What good to know

just where & when

the blows will come? 

History hurts too much—

its long, long list of names 

carved into memorials 

in public plazas— 

unendurable.

You know there will be

no miracle, no mystic 

renewal to save us—

Rebirth is a hoax, 

Let’s end here with 

caustic finality. 

        

                                    —Sef, 3/19/’25, Revised 3/23/’25