Thank you for the thoughtful deliberation of your response.
Marie Fisher

I Cannot Save Them

I cannot forget them. I cannot suckle them unto sons. I can only paint them, erecting walls around them, a cemetery of what discontent.

My sailors swallowed by the silences that we preserve in lack of wisdom, and then, we obey.

Setting houses on fire.

They were here and they were with me and gasoline.

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