Stop All the Clocks

by
Abby Zimet

The day after his death, a neighbor offered a moving, oh-so-personal memorial to eight-year-old Martin Richard, killed in the Boston blasts, and what his death meant to his family and community. It resonates in and of itself, and as a grievous reminder: What they feel, so feels every family and community of every kid killed by every drone in every country - Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, God knows where - that we likewise inflict death on the innocent.

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.” - W.H. Auden

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