Oh- certainly we saw you
hunched shoulders, laboring, tears streaming
We raged through the streets
demanding your sacrifice
So much so that you became lost
It’s been too long now
And somewhere
your metamorphosis of thought,
beautifully etched into the frame of a wooden windowsill
is waiting to be read
Alone
your tears stained History-
what have we done
-M. Taggart
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