the air burns bright with ghosts ablaze
shining with incandescent need
frantic hands snatch words from speech
maws agape in desperate hunger
they feed and feed and feed
in such a space and time as this
we cannot talk
we cannot hear
they ignore tears limning our faces
we can see each other grieve
let us give comfort
let us give kindness
feed starving spirits these
together we’ll sweep up their ashes
to keep as reminder, a holy relic
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