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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