Honor

Somewhere it will start again. 

The problem, the blessing, the curse

of man

everywhere and everywhen,

with fidelity to stubbornness

and hardly a plan,

no poor idea left unturned

no criticism left

unearned,

all error and conflicts

to be picked over

as if new

though at the site of

old scars--

we will find new wars.

Or old ones.

And we will start again

and ever with such women,

ever with such men,

the backbone,

soft tissue and heart

that in their valor possess the art

of finding courage in terror,

create order from error

and try to save the day

if they cannot

save this human race.