Biblical sky speckled with flame,
Do you hold your mother's eyes from
Wetting the earth?
From weeping for those
Who reward fame to absolutes of war?
Or for heroic myths provided to children
Married into ferocity?
They instead witness themselves

And the black sand of your body slipped through…

I found myself at your side

I spied along the concrete canvas, a woman
Her eyes brimming with vacancy
And bear hugging barbiturates,
Her head rolled from faint shoulders
And skipped three times
Each thud sprouting a fountain of splashing gold

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