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  • No Elegy (Poem)

    another person killed

    the bullet etched by invisible hate

    engraved in his own words

    the walls he sought to build

    failed to protect him

    nor will they shield you or you or you

    the guns you hold on others

    will be your death

    when you are falling to the ground

    who will come to hold you

    the bier upon which you will be laid

    the branches that set afire the pyre

    the smoke that rises from the flames

    all these will not be noticed

    the world itself is in conflagration

    the mourning is too vast

  • This, Here (Poem)

    this moment of now

    this leaf poised on the precipice of turn

    this morning crisp with foretelling

    this breath without any need

    this step on the timeless threshold

    this invitation to go beyond

    one hand touches the earth

  • The Body Waits To Burn(Poem)

    sudden fever decimates

    scorching the physical terroir

    poisons previously held in check

    spread like liquid fire

    usual means fail to extinguish

    everything is consumed

    room now for new growth