Wide artillery corrupted hillside
she held in her body historic
press occupation buried
layers of prison, distant faction
as dawn would rise and the panoply
fall asking our feet to proceed
for their soulless close, warm
germinal rain by the shutter mural,
in a distant window, not so far now
we held one another’s faces,
shared a quieted kiss, close in the nerve
uncoupled as the blue blades became
the rest of the sky, and fixed,
to departed life, so ordering the clouds.
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