31 March 2020

Sacrifice

Speaking with
a dead man's voice--
anonymous,
cooling embers,
feeling
each individual tooth
crumble
into dust--
when is too late?
Does it matter?
You take a stick,
swirl the ash.
It's not just
one person here.
There are many.
When each throat
cracked, the yolk
of mucus breaking,
did you give a damn?
When will you learn
that coins
are always cold.



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