One Would Not Return

“We were too late.”

Walking down the street, wrestling with fury.

My feet are sand, no water to anchor them and yet creeping forward.

We were soldiers, girded with our sustained agony

Under siege of foreboding promise.

Collapse is imminent.

One has fallen.

“We were too late.”

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