Death on such a massive scale doesn't just extinguish
lives, crush bodies between collapsed floors, bury
them under rubble that was a shared existence.
No, something more dies, is dead, is being dug
up lifeless with desperate bare hands, carried
limp to be placed atop other cadavers on
horse-drawn wagons. It's our humanity itself
there, among the other mangled corpses,
laying not in peace, but in agony beyond
heartbeats, agony carved with shrapnel
into humankind itself.
01.11.2024
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