You said: always
I will be with you.
I love you.
And then the towers melted,
And the levees broke,
And death pushed our faces
into the mud and ashes,
so deep we could not even
gasp a prayer.
The promise trembled.
Our shoes left behind as we ran
across the broken bridges,
our feet naked
and tender,
bleeding as we clawed past
fear.
What savage grace
that tears out old hearts!
What bloody life
that beats new in your hands!
You said:
I will show you how.
I will give my own body to you.
I will hang and cry out to save you
from despair,
from being unloved.
I am here.
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