The violence
with which he
left our home,

The violence
with which you
left our home.

And now it’s me,
and he,

He stands on his own feet,
but I am riddled with
antiseptic gunshot wounds;

Solar bodies
staring at the moon;
An advancement.

To take what
life offers,
when it offers
dead babies;
and detonated bombs.

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The violence
with which he
left our home,

The violence
with which you
left our home.

And now it’s me,
and he,

He stands on his own feet,
but I am riddled with
antiseptic gunshot wounds;

Solar bodies
staring at the moon;
An advancement.

To take what
life offers,
when it offers
dead babies;
and detonated bombs.

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