News
We regret to inform you
This is not happening.
This was never here.
No, you must be mistaken.
We checked the records.
Nothing was found.
A church bell does not ring.
A house does not burn.
A road does not vanish.
A name does not fade.
A mother does not carry her child across a
border that does not exist.
A child does not drive seven souls through a war
that does not happen.
A land that never was
is now confirmed to be nothing at all.
We regret to inform you:
The past is no longer available.
The present is under revision.
The future has been reassigned.
For further inquiries,
please contact no one.
There is no one left to answer.
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This poem was published in Torontohye’s March 2025 (#211) issue.
Rupen Khajag
Rupen Khajag is a Canadian-Armenian poet. Some of his short poems can be read at the Armenian Poetry Project.
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- We regret to inform you - April 3, 2025
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At least some of us still think about the loss, still feel the tragedy. Poor Armenians, you are your own worst enemy.
Beautiful and moving poem, capturing the final effects of genocide, its denial, and cultural erasure.
Antithesis to Wm Saroyan’s proclamation
We answer
We demand
We are
We live on the continuum