August 6, 2008

  • amidst the march,
    the razing of walls,
    the tearing down of gates,
    the breaking of old glass
    life stirs anew in endless waves.
    it rebuilds the city,
    rises towards the stars
    while waging war with itself on the ground.
    the old,
    they quiver and shrink
    the youth,
    they blossom and push
    while those in between
    (like me)
    we serve.
    we care for the sick
    and comfort the dying;
    we issue the warnings that may save your life
    only to see you back here in this horrible place
    again and again and again.

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