by Suzán Jiván
Verse One: The Same Urgency
The same urgency
as a tear-jerker
in an endless swirl
of yearnings
to return
to the personable
Verse Two: Rarely More
Rarely more
than skin-deep
while grasping
for air
long after
the passing
of a graphic
anarchist's faction
Verse Three: As a Frightfest
As a frightfest
screaming us expected
in death's template
of collective morbid memory
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