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In Search of the Quiet
I’m tilling to forget that night of fire and betrayal. Turning the soil over, over and over, over days months eons. Waiting to be fed when belly aches with hunger and thirst. Did you have to poke out my eyes? Make me remember silk? I am a thousand fists shaken in night sky. I am broken on gravelly field, a puzzle, my boiling blood walked off left me skin stretched under hot sun bleached bones poke out. The others walked off in disgust when you left us without. Once our riverside hideout let us launch our toy ships, rode bubbles, slid over rock churning fast and away... The baby down pasted nest no longer holds us inside, too noisy, cramped in quiet spots by sea, beg drown sorrow. I’m tilling to forget, turn soil over and over, hope to eat, hope the fire that escaped our soil hope it was just a dream. Hope you didn't steal our resources, steal all our heritage. We have no future echoes loud down the halls of lost time. We did the tilling that launched you into a tomorrow. There you are, sailing free, happy. We remain. Left behind.
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