Is there something more than perseverance?

On the sand’s edge. At the corner of the sun. I felt the heat of my burning back,

Mother, father, generations, children.

Crisp is the color and the cut, a line long delivered, marks my body on this grain like a child of death.

In lines of blood through pages of burnt history, their suffering screams that I must live. From the mouths of love turned overripe in the artificial sunshine come tumbling metal declaratives carved in the flesh of their babies: I must live for them.

For something bigger than

I must fight to live their lives I

am life because they died I

am the obligation to survive to

persevere. We and I

have no time for moral conversations where questions are genuinely posed. We and I

cannot afford the cost of your childish concentration on what evil really means, or the angle of that wall, tilting surely with the times, and We and I

cannot spare them a breath not spent alon our lines of God. Light. Truth. Right. Might

Definitions so pure any attempt to articulate them is cursed

How dare you

Speak more

Than your ancestors allow

We we we are the forever-burnt

forever-blazed

forever nothing but more to gain

I told you of my father’s shame /

no. my fault /

no. my pain—it hurts again and again!

my father at the mercy of that hooligan. his father in his mind his displaced limbs. his brother undone at the seams from tearing mother-child between. choices that were never what they seemed.

I told you.

you apologized. you listedned, wept, & eulogized.

now what, you dare to rationalize

Them?

No. we don’t patronize unhumans. we don’t charictarize evil.

It is senseless. Inexplicable. Inexcusable. Not understandable. Indefineable. No

we don’t communicate with evil. we run them down. It.

It. It. we run it dow. You.

You.

Betrayal

Disloyal

Unpatriotic

Self-hating

I asked a question,

You killed!

I cared to doubt,

You murdered!

I wondered and I asked about pain.

You destroyed me!

I loved.

Genocide!

Love listens and speaks

with each other

Love is not a feeling it is a task with;

love learns

to speak—with

You evil!

I love you

You evil!

I love them.

Evil!

I’ll be here

when you fall down, exhausted by your fear.

I’ll be here fighting all evils inside all of us.

When you breathe again, I’ll be here

trying to love all hearts inside all of us.

Whe you can see again,

I’ll be—still here—

On the sand’s edge. At the corner of the sun.

With our burns at our backs. And before, we all one.