in the cast-out gatherings of a somber generation
our family is what surrounds us
the barrel fires
the fire is my kin
the fire is our family
and the town towers, a whispering of an empty space
holes where homes were
holes where homes are not
but we will fill the holes with brick and mud
cement and rock
and other nerveless things
the demolishing of my home
I severed my feelings
because numbness is easy
numbness is something that doesn't exist
numbness is not there
and no amount of kindred fire
will burn some feeling into these useless limbs
no amount of fire will rebuild a home
in fact,
it will only incinerate all the more
more homes lost, more lives turned to ash and rubble
keep the numbness and the holes
wear them proud, your badge of honor
a beacon of the art the world has made
Well this one was much more confusing for me... Interesting altogether... but the combination of thy self and the holes...
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