Year: 
2017

wet
with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
 
          *
 
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
 
          *
 
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
 
          *
 
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
 
          *
 
in the street
after a heavy rain—
a moment of heat
 
          *
 
there is an invisible string—
I pull it, along the street
lifting me through
the lingering mist
 
          *
 
human shapes
have scattered in a pattern
along a random path
 
          *
 
liars
all of them—
in this moment of conquest
the subjugated, the fallen
are still here
and no one hears

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