moses (day 18)
my tongue stumbles
unable to separate words from screams
as new horrors press up
again and again and again
watch enough massacres
and the faces blur
into one overwhelming story
tell me how to stop the flood?
this bitter water seeps through my hands
it must carry glass
for when did water become blood?
it is fresh
if only my brother’s hard heart
had been so sudden
instead he dried out slowly
in front of my eyes
once i ran to the desert
and learned the sweet sweat
of being no one but a former stranger
but the fire wouldn’t die
and the promise wouldn’t
forget me
now this strange fate
a burning whisper leads
me forward
overshadowing fear
with a calm certainty
that through this fire
is something better
something closer to living
with more than an ache
filling my chest
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