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Beyond

​Lisa Bourbeau

        For those who survived the atrocity that was Mariupol,
        and for those who did not

 
…itself, the black and formless

gray of it, the broken open

shattered shut
that beats and beats and beats
its thumbs
 
into the never end of it,
the frozen songlessness
and crumpled last
lost dance of it,
the counts of melted
snowflakes….
 
Count the disappeared.
 
Iron ore, now purified,
pounded back
to earth. No hands
to braid the bread, no golden
wheat. Even the gulls
that formed you
gone, gone the tongues
that swam through syllables
like fish. And adrift
 
in the white clouds that crowd
the burnt sky,
a longing for a plum,
a kiss from the salted wind,
or this -- a final unread book
clasped close,
 
each page a child,
each child a page,
unturned..
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