When we have to divide the little
fresh daily thought we have to offer
between an expanding number of outlets
something is bound to suffer;
the quality of comment, itself.
Is that when to say less? I think so,
particularly when wars multiply
and honest reports of them appal us,
which is when we are meant to have more to say
than just how appalled we are
at actions that we cannot stop,
and our turning away from knowing
is like having two blind eyes.
That said we can still write about
what we don't know how to say to other people,
but keep it in diaries, for future use in memoirs,
where if enough of us all write their diaries
the diaries become a collective retrospective witness.
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