05 February 2024


before the river of fire 
swept across the lands, 
flames fell from the sky, 
and we took 
to each other's arms 
for shelter.
in confusion, we wept,
our hot tears leaving 
deep valleys 
in sloughs of skin.

this is a lesson we cannot tell you.
it has to be shown.

we exist to care for one another. 
it is written in our bones, held 
in our graves as testimony:
large skull, small skull, no flesh--
a mother's long limbs, fingers, 
hold close her child, whose tiny frame
is forever five years old--
whose mother so loved him 
that her last remaining instinct
was to protect him
from elements beyond her control.

it is futile; it is terrible.
it has to be shown.

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