Don’t forget where you’re from,
but don’t look in a newspaper,
don’t ask any questions.
If you do seek answers
the familiar cuts you off –
left with only keywords and search results.

Maybe you should not have looked
in the databases, the newspapers,
the fulton history of buffalo.
But you did and a
tsunami of information, form and energy
projected into that space, behind the threshold –
by the
beach,
where you’ve been before.
You built the fire, with the log ladies and Kalliope.
Others came from the meadow to the party, during the solstice
to solicit advice.

And you kept building the fire,
days after day and nights after night and,
those people from the articles came,
they said their names,
they stayed and help cook.
you learned their personalities,
you expressed their stories,
but to bring such tradgey back to consciousness,
is that right?
should we still believe that tragedy needs purging Aristotle?