The knack of reading history lies
not in the texts, but in the tokens
people leave: the broken pots,
courses of bricks, footprints in mud,
thumbprints in clay, the body parts
in wheel-wells. We learn, very late
in the game of learning, words may
matter less than the matter the wordless
have lost or abandoned. What would
you want to ask of Vesuvian ash, of
the shadows on Asian rooftops,
the wake left by feet fleeing down tarmac,
of the bones beneath the plow?
The shards of memory that will never come
to rest in anyone’s memoir cannot be cleansed
or catalogued because they cannot be grasped
by hand or mind, not heard, imagined or imaged.
They are as pale as punctuation on rain-soaked paper,
as silent as the sailors whose mouths have closed
on a watery cry deep below the waves.
Today perhaps you breathed in the DNA of Nagasaki,
washed off from dust from Dachau with Soweto’s tears,
picked up echoes from a dark corner of Santiago.
Where else, who else, lives inside your body,
when every place is also someplace else?
These fates only seem mysterious, their reasons
lost in claims of complexity, in the overdetermined
testimony diluting the clues that follow the money.
You know it is foolish to watch and listen because
everything of moment happens out of sight and hearing,
yet you cannot stop yourself from believing in
the urgency of the latest news. In the end, as in
every beginning, there are always explanations from
those who know what they do not want us to know.
Joel Savishinsky is a retired anthropologist and gerontologist. His Breaking the Watch: The Meanings of Retirement in America, won the Gerontological Society of America’s book-of-the-year prize. A Pushcart Prize nominee, and California State Poetry Society award winner, his poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in Beyond Words, Blue Collar Review, California Quarterly, The New York Times, Passager, SLANT, and Windfall. In 2023, The Poetry Box published his collection Our Aching Bones, Our Breaking Hearts: Poems on Aging. He lives in Seattle, helping to raise five grandchildren, and considers himself a recovering academic and unrepentant activist. You can find him at ithaca.edu and Poets & Writers