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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
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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
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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
