||| FROM SANDORA HEDRICH |||
Even the mountains weep
as humanity keeps
the war drum beats
alive with death
Toxic tears rain a river
run fresh rivulets into flesh
frayed fragments lace
tomorrow’s sorrows
As pearls in tidepools
promising peace
keep silent
keep shells closed tight
This shellstock shell-shocked
holding long long longing
as humanity tips over the edge
of itself
Lifted only by a glint of a god
as shells fracture scales fall away
a pearl’s gleam in the glacial melt
of heart.
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