Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
#but the red mattered #and needed to be remembered #and poetry is how we say ‘this matters and we will remember it’ #poetry does not exist to romanticize; it is not an act of belittlement #poetry is restoration #it returns things to their proper place of importance in our minds #poetry is renewal #it is looking at the blood of the past and saying ‘now let’s create something better’ #poetry safeguards us against forgetting #it goes down our throats like water; it drums like the beating of hearts; it pumps with our blood #it says: this blood is red #like all the blood in all the bloody ends #and there is nothing ‘just’ about that (via x)