Whatever is past
and has come to an end
cannot be brought back by sorrow
—Theognis of Megara, Elegies
Do you think sorrow knows?
Do you think sorrow cares?
Do you think sorrow thinks?
Sorrow lives
now—
it only knows secondhand
of the circumstances of its birth.
Why would it perform a ritual of undoing
even if it could? Even if we asked it to?
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.
