We fill potholes with spigot water
And aim mirrors at the sun
to splash in rainbows.
And when the wind picks up,
We outstretch our arms
and let the leaves, and bags, and wrappers whirl around
Like sorcerers
We made miracles
Blessed bones,
blood and chalk outlines,
Clawed curses from our children,
Learned to love the sinners
And spoke to God
In our last breaths
We listened to
Teddy bears speak eulogies.
And hexed hope
into pockets with quarters
And dawned
Chainmail- hardened and brave
We were magic
Praising God and
Waiting for nothing
But our heartbeats
In our land where
Breathing is a commodity
We are
Survivors
Too familiar with Neverland
Caught in clock towers
Where hands slip as fast as lives
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We are
Our own soldiers
Armed, weighted, watching
I wonder…
Have you ever thought about surviving?
Ever been urban legend?
Had your dreams reduced to fairytales?
And
I wonder…
If I will be
Your first
And last
adventure
On my last night on Earth
Will you mourn like
You listened
To my song
Like you believed
And spoke
And read
And danced
And followed
And flew
Will you?