my spine is tired . from the cracking .
a premonition . this rubble .
a demolition . is coming .
we mistake death's door for a welcoming .
we expect the sail to unfurl at the wind's thrust .
a promise . cloaked in rifles & rhetoric .
and flowers . new wreaths over old wars .
new wails over old wounds .
la ila ha illallah
a vigil for the dead .
and a funeral for the living .
we'll see you on the other side, inshallah
for now,
survive.
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