We Have Made It Through Worse Before, or We'll Be OK in the Enda?

"I fear that it will always be relevant in some way," she says of her poem. "There is no solace in rearranging language to make a different word tell the same lie." The moral arc of the universe does not bend in a direction that will comfort us, and there are people who fall off in the process. We are not all left standing after the war has ended. Some of us have become ghosts by the time the dust has settled.