the mob closed in
the sky above an innocuous blue
unashamed brown the earth below.

gnarled tree-trunks mute spectators
spontaneous sounds of intense love
ants furiously working away.

Greasy aromas wafting in
Pearly giggles bouncing off school walls
menagerie of beeps in the ICU.

relics of the past
memories appear like a shroud 
faithful blankets of relief and remorse.

father and son one last time
in a lonely planet mindlessly spinning
liberation can be violent too

purity of soul the glint of steel
a blacksmith oblivious to his creation
Taint of blood drawing invisible notice.
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