Neighborly night
But godlike is still not god
It was too large in the storm
Holes needed to be cut into the flag
Skeletal tree in the shape
Of a leaf
What will we give for wholeness
To crawl back home
Loving cut right above the knee
The arm a reliquary
The fire spoke less of fire
As houses burned
We made ourselves
A we-gathered thing
We made ourselves a single
Body revolving ablaze
And when the fever
Broke we sped
To the movies, forgetting
Our damage
Until the monstrous, angelic
Face on the screen
Faded and someone coughing
Brought us back to our seats
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