Neighbors of mine, producers for Bill Moyers, put up a thousand home-made crosses on their property in memory of the many, many thousands Bush has killed in the war we let him wage.
That was several years ago, and even then a thousand crosses was not nearly enough. The disparity grows worse. The war goes on and spreads. Democrats, Republicans, we still let it.
By next summer the weeds will have hidden the crosses completely. “It will be worth it if in the end I manage,” the poet Philip Larkin once wrote, “to blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.”