better forgotten

who forgets too easily, hardly remembers
hardly knows
why he suffered
why he died
...and for what

did those years of ghastly peace
fly so fast?
(I think you forgot...)
did those years of yesterday's
past
fade so fast?
like shooting stars
like moths and graveyard
fireflies?
when did you forget
how easily your world
can die?
in a second long as
Death's dwelling
place
on a whim of a madman
without a trace of
human face...

(I wonder)
is your memory too clouded
                     and too short
or is your present too shrouded
in mists and noise
too terrible to ponder
easily to miss and forget
easily to ignore?
because
thoughts and words turn
men into ghosts
and broken pieces
lost and erased

oh
some things are better
forgotten and denied
like truth
like memory
some things are better
left unsaid
like heat and smoke
and fire and light
and smell of death
brazing the scars
of barren
(forgotten)
land

who forgets too easily, hardly remembers
hardly knows
why he suffered
why he died
...and for what