SCORE SUSTENANCE

Valyntina Grenier

There is always already a war going on

all our dead

all our little deaths

A lead heart exposed

as a chaff of grain packed in flesh

In the wake of two atomic blasts 

an unknown number of hearts were made ash

The almost instantaneous expansion 

violence as air

Mortals projectile

Waves incinerate

Here we are from a page 

hanging in air

Have you heard 

bombs going off

Shells scatter

In a spray of shrapnel

flesh becomes mist 

Bones give off carbon 13

While for you 

for me

our breath becomes mist

for all

for each one

gather

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