After Watching Live Coverage of Another Military Parade by Louisa Howerow

After Watching Live Coverage of Another Military Parade By Louisa Howerow with its jubilant onlookers, voice-overs, release of doves—so much pomp—and yet none of it helps me celebrate victory. I keep returning to Robert Capa’s photo, Chartres, 1944: Flags hang from balconies. Boys blow whistles, bang pot drums. A little girl wears a flowered dress. The triumphant citizens, the barely saved are marching a young mother and her infant to the Palais de Justice, gendarme at her elbow. I keep returning to my great aunt, how she turned away from the photo, told me I knew nothing. But there must have been the usual shouts: Salope! Collabo! Spits and slaps. And through it all the young mother holds her newborn so close against her breast I half-imagine it as dead. Robert Capa, Europe 1944, Chartres, just after its liberation Bio Louisa Howerow's poems, “Why Scrabble,” and “The Why of It” appeared in Fresh Voices and were subsequently selected for Poem in Your Pocket, 2020 and 2021.