We arrived again. An indeterminable
number of arrivals. We arrived as witness as
salvation as storm. We arrived as storm as thunder
as the closed sky before rainfall. We arrived as hunter
as loaded rifle as the body that sharpens and strokes.
What Leader took from us we scorched from our minds. Every
syllable of love every uttered phrase of hope. Our
pasts a city under siege a neighborhood torched. We
flame throwers we bomb builders we cloaked soldiers light
the night. Who were we in this world before Leader. Nothing.
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