We tell them how we taught their parents
to love, not hate.
Snide circle of life,
something about the conservation of all energy
that enervates the grand delusion
how you watch over me when I sleep
to catch a softness that fades as I wake
Your puzzled palms will unclose their prayer.
You will tilt your head at it
as if a weightless dawn
had first illuminated the hue
of your long-closed eyelids,
And war is fire,
forcing people into the same boundary,
each becomes an ant,
Please slow down, let me catch up.
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Something in the gaze of ten thousand blackbirds
lays the mighty forest bare,