it’s falling off the wall
or it’s ragged effortful wheezing
or it’s breaking into pieces
too small for fingers to pluck
or it’s good children laughing
at a bad god
or it’s the disappointing end
of the road it seems
but
in time
the paths are made straight
the wrongs held accountable
as we rally around
yetanothermother miscarrying
yetanotherchild
oblivious and indignant
of what splendorous luck
she has stumbled upon on this
most facetious of stages
crying out
a sick and succinct soliloquy
to love the earth if for nothing
other than the fact that
she cannot stay.
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