What of it?

What of it
what of it
what of this
shining thing of need,
a bloody swelling,
some balloon
full of a breatheable blood —
if you take a mouthful,
your voice will
rise,
rise,
rise,
become
a high pitched scream,
but like every other moment,
every other incident,
it is a scream
that they cannot hear,
that only we can hear.

We know the language;
we know the steps,
the missing stairs.

We know how easy it is
to be forgotten.

We know what it is to know.

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One Response to What of it?

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I ain’t forgetting you. Raise your voice, Jones. Nice and loud.

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