By Nathanael Retherford
We can’t take this,
or young boys squatting in creek beds
with kalashnikovs.
A folk song
that chops back and forth with its rhythm
like a butcher.
Never again, we said,
while Republika Srpska
laid sieges over birdsong.
While church bells rang in
sudden dissonance—
While the world smiled on
with cold detachment—
A horror so fresh you would think
it would be unforgettable, but
faded into VHS background
and scan lines…
Distorted guitar that pierces
still hollow silence in Sarajevo.
Look!
Syd Barrett is still alive in Bosnia,
where his voice cries out
umiremo, bosnia pati
You and I and Dominoes
The day goes by.
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Post Script is a magazine written, edited, and produced by the Creative Writing Department of Barbara Ingram School for the Arts. Through our articles, stories, poems, and the occasional lifehack, we have shared some of the things most important to us. There is a remarkable diversity of talent to be found in our students and their work, and we are unified by a common respect for that diversity. The editors and writers that make Post Script possible don’t have an end goal in sight, but instead a vision of a magazine that allows us to explore, learn, and grow. We have ventured into a new medium for self-expression and self-reflection, and hope that our art and the effort that went into this project will encourage, engage, and enlighten readers of all backgrounds.
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