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The rubble fell
with a thousand sheets
of burning paper.
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Floating bodies
gliding through
the bodies
of water.
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You woke up from that dream,
again,
a little more broken
than you were yesterday.
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That same commute,
the same sights of a burning world
stuck inside its cage.
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You know that we mapped out this maze,
all of those
agonising straight lines -
glass fragments have no curves.
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The captain of the ship
saluting as he drowns,
the wood breathing water,
the crew never found.
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We look up from the bottom,
a rippling sun.
-
They watch us closely
with hands on their guns.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…

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