By: Annabeth Turner
We will not remember
The voices who screamed in protest
Or grumbled in disgust.
We will not remember
The leaders made famous
Or broken into infamy.
We will not remember
The wars that ripped out the seams
Of human decency.
No,
They are fallen monuments
And burnt books in shambles
On the fringes of history.
What really serves the spark of remembrance
Are the stories of shields
And flying firearms and flowing capes-
No,
No capes.
Elastic and metal and masks
Are all we have left to hope for
To remember.
Spider webs and cat scratches
Make us cry out in a tearful rage
As we grieve the heroes who
Once dried every ounce of blood
From the otherworldly torn streets.
Genetic mutations and toxic serums
Used to leave a loving glint
In the eye of every boy and girl.
Demigods outweighed democracy
As humanity rotted itself to Hela,
Thanos, and all the baddies at their best
Where fires burned irreparable scars
Into the next generation
Leading a dynasty of broken dreamers
Without a source of power
To call their own.
Annabeth is a sophomore English major with writing and philosophy minors. She has a passion for finding the truth then sharing it through poetry and fictional stories. She is also an avid chocoholic, gamer, and dedicated fangirl. You can usually find her because she actively stands out from the crowd with her eccentric (thrifty) fashion choices.