But people are strangers
They change with the curve
from time zone to time zone, as we can observe
They shut down their borders and think they’re immune
They stand on their differences
and shoot at the moon
“But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.”
~ Vera Brittain, Perhaps
“While looking into every busy whore's and huckster's face
As they drive their bargains, is the Face
Of God: and some young, piteous, murdered face.”
~ Charlotte Mew, The Cenotaph
All quiet on the Western Front. A century ago at this moment, my grandfather, his brothers, and their friends who remained could finally exhale, and drawing their next breath, reflect upon the fact that they would not die in the what they knew to be the Great War.