The End of History

Colloquy with this post.

Those to whom history happens
may find its end come sooner after all —

the high, wide face of her soldier-rapist
crossing the Elbe in early spring

or the drowned tube tunnels at Balham
when the road split open like a maw.

Too much time
for looking back on your teleology;

the strange yet griefless memory
of life once lived as successive events.

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