It’s not enough
just to remember
we must remember
to remember
what to do with what
we remember—
least we drown
in the river of memory:
remember
there’s no time for tears
and pity is like a feather
in the wind…aimlessly
blowing on a cold winter day.
Remember
when we remembered
to ‘borrow’
kerosene and wood
but forgot the matches?
Yet we laugh
until we began to sweat?:
Don’t forget to remember
we still got work to do!