I wonder how damn long it will be until
I will see the sky again and like this
Scattered points of light
Blazing silver night
Swept into the angles of the burnt trees
Clear unframed by cityscape ravaged whole
Columns rising across night
And I knew the dream by heart
Those who came with hunger and hope
Pressed into their limbs
Wakening to the fragments of a fever dream
Blur of days cast into darkened future
Softly turning eyes toward the scorched points of light
And then they gathered bruised fruit with tenderness
of moth’rs
And in seasons backlit by the burning of orchards
Where our labored breathing means choking through
the ash
It’s where breathing means a knee on our necks
And breath flows out
Last breath flowing falt’ring
What anthem can we muster toward
A country who promised
Justice and liberty
For all
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