Silent Illumination
Plunged in darkness, boxed
Barricaded, with no where to look
Gazes’ unseeing, freshly bruised
Open mouths still clotting
Taking refuge in shadow
Mothers, their angles grown sharp
Pierce skin stretched too thin
Seeping apprehension
Colorless light swings across
Glassy eyed sisters who hold off the
Gripping cold, fear fueling
Their umbrage
Silhouetted, supple, wary
Daughters, whose eyes are open
Wide, uncomprehending
Certain they misunderstand
Early morning light filtered
Through a sky bathed in smoke
Mothers, sisters, and daughters
Collected, sampled, and sorted
Glistening shorn scalps, stripped
Likewise stained by fear, their sameness
Revealed, is of no consequence
No one looks
The glare of
exposed bulbs
Collective exhaustion
of feet
Faltering, resisting,
what eyes
Will not see
Color smears the
horizon
Emerging into that
last bit of light
Flushed with hope,
still unaware
Others who seethe,
curl, and drift away
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