A friend asked once how I was managing to heal after everything that had happened. It was, she suggested, a heavy thing to bear. And it was. It pursued me like a ravenous eel. Its jaws might have gobbled me whole. But something else was there, even in the deepest waters. Even that far down, where unknown creatures dwell.
brutality. Sunless parade of the poor. So today,
I do not question the Reaper or its iron want. The metal giant
can try to save us from ourselves. I cannot see
an end without total destruction.
There is nowhere to run
except forward. Oh, to be a man
again and take up so much space.
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