with the sad indictment that, no matter how high the cost in human suffering, our attention will not be held. We will forget, turn away, move on with our lives. But maybe we can be persuaded to remember, if only for the time it takes to look at a painting. Or read a poem.El Salvador, 1983
Somewhere, someone is mourning
from The Boston Globe: Poetry on El Salvador forces readers to see human tragedy
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