It’s been a long time coming




It’s been a long time coming


I’ve had to reach deep inside my shipwrecked city to say
 goodbye to my dead.  Now, I am a morning mutant, calling
 out His Name from my nuclear abyss, ninety-five times a day. 
 I’ve lost all my images to the moon, to the doorways that
 promise answers, to stories of old wars, and I bury my
 head in the piñatas waiting for the sun to shine brighter.

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