By Sherman Alexie
So, now, when you touch me
my skin, will you think
of Sand Creek, Wounded Knee?
And what will you remember
when your skin is next to mine
Auschwitz, Buchenwald?
No, we will only think of the past
as one second before
where we are now, the future
just one second ahead
but every once in a while
we can remind each other
that we are both survivors and children
and grandchildren of survivors.
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