Ashfall in the City

A Poem

Brian Sansom
Scribe

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Photo: Chris Buckwald/Unsplash/CC BY-SA 4.0

The thunder cracks and mothers weep
And crimson rivers paint the tar
We eat ourselves while grey heads reap
In marble towers from afar

When we were young, we laid in grass
My finger tracing distant light
The world on pause as evenings pass
Our lives untouched by fear and spite

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Brian Sansom
Scribe

An attorney by trade, a writer at heart. I sincerely believe in the power of words and ideas. Hoping to make my own meaningful contribution.