213–The End

we come home on the back of a
camel though we rode out astride
the fastest stallion there were
days of choice-making we seemed
to be the ones we were accountalbe
for and then like a vacation movie
the retrospective said nothing about
how we planned to belnd our otherness
or how day after day the others
known as kin helped themselves
to our flesh and blood now piled into this
great mound of details stuck together
with the dirt of our longing for something
ours, something quiet this sign pounded into it’s
top:Mothers Lie Here their newborn
selves could not survive.
in small letters further explanation:
it was the end of ego, the beginning of love

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