Monday, September 9, 2024

We lean on each other in heaps
awaiting some savior to file us away,
turn our turmoil and devastated disarray
into a library of broken spines,
realigned and rebound one page at a time.
Compile us, we plead. Come,
pile us. Rake us up like leaves.
Break us, again, if you must. But
remake us so that we may be remembered
together: a collection; a community
of hurt and exhaustion; a reservoir
of survival; a wildfire flicking
at the gates of Alexandria, hungry
and hunting he who would erase us.

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