And you watched me from above,
Your wings, burning sails
And I, a conquered city blazing, canopies down,
Bombed-out store fronts,
People fallen to shame, shell-shocked gaze,
No new strangers ambling toward my gates
With their backpacks and gauze and bottles.
You must have known somewhere among my ruins
In cinder was a cage lying on its side, door open,
Seed laid waste as chaff.
But you, aloft, circling, in the cool
From an ocean in the distance
You could not have seen
Or known was there
because you never left.
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Issue 57
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction