Our own elsewhere


Anchored fast
to a swaying cube of slowly molten
steel and glass

We stood erect
on a shimmering silver firing line

The thin, obese, fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters.
Recorded, in a single instant,

indelible now
a scar on world consciousness

Shivering, we bowed before the falsest dawn.
our city rising through dust & fire.

Heads erect, arms outstretched
unwilling martyrs
hanging on a twisted flaming crucifix

Then it came
the flailing tide of reaping storms.

in burning skies.

and die below
in our own elsewhere.

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