Mac OLIVER

HEREAFTERMATH

Even as Babel crumbles, to endure,
You're willing to endure,
You care. As you see the figures soar
(Others recalling caves
Safer than rooftop flats flee,
Their lots shaken, hoarse litter of
Hands let go & wounded
Mouths agog) of ones pinned by rods,
Powerless, rooted to piles in haste,
So you, of iron lungs say: "Had I
A hundred tongues, a thousand mouths..."

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