History has ways to tell her story.
One turns to books and museums
To hear the story
The sequence of events
That led from then to now.

One turns to a monument
To see the manifestation of greatness
To stand in awe at the greatness
And to perceive oneself as small in comparison
To understand
That this is the tale of gods and men.

One turns to a memorial
To hear the echoes of the dead
And to weep with them.

History has ways of telling her story
And she doesn’t much care
Which we choose,
But she always remembers.

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