|Songs of Sadness 4|
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  8 Mar 2008
The willful, knowing smile
on the weeping face:
whether to our sons or to our neighbors’:
few things are as important to pass on.
Such smiles know that present horrors pass,
sometimes with life but more often not,
and yet are monsters true,
and yet may well mean nothing.
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