My grandfather sat
Quietly smiling
As we scrambled by his feet
I, the strange child, asked
To watch the History channel
When the picture resolved
Revealing a WWII boat
We both let them change it back—
Memories too dark to tell
The children at his knee.
(He is dead now,
The tumor taking him
Before he had to see, anew,
These times.)
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