Blasted skin
under the rubble
strobing lights
relinquishing
space and time
separation:
the plume of
silver-black grows
across the
afternoon
sky: blanketing
the day into dusk
skinned hands
knees, elbows,
heat, loathing
terror unbelievably
thrust down
Dust caked throats
All forgotten in time
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