you are in the air, in the grime of this city, i hear your heart pulse through the pavement and beat through the wind. you are in the gravel, in the jeweled rubble of the streets. i can see your footsteps buried in the morning dew. you are in the construction of this city - your hands have built and torn and reborn again all the living wood and steel and sadness. i can see your finger prints inside the garage, alive with the tainted tangible smell of oil, grease, work, Persistence. you are in the veins of this city. in the suburban texture of car and mill and coal and mine. you are the sergeant, bleeding with patriotic color. you are the flag being folded once, twice, eight times. handed over the the grieving wife,mother,child grateful, blessed to have sacrificed to the death. there is no honor greater. you are in the cathedral bells, the sweet tolling chimes bidding farewell. the Fathers incense, bitter perfume, disappearing into the mourning air. what love you have given. what love we have lost.
Reason for writing:
for my jedek, my grandfather, who recently died after a 6 year battle w/ alzheimers..for my bubka, my gramma..who endured the fight with the most grace and courage and strength i've ever seen.
Birth sign: Taurus
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