THROUGH    EVERY    IRIS

I woke up to feel out the edge of the knife that seemingly descended here overnight
With each passerby I attempt to make
eye contact—peer through every iris
To reconcile the violence that rests just beneath is to recognize the embers
burning through the weeds
But I've stared past the Empire too long and I don't know where it leads

How do we find us?
How can I speak for my kin?
Where will we end up
when the earthquake begins?

How do we find us?
How can I get through to them?
Where will we end up
if the gunshots condemn?

This land is fragile,
so much more than I knew before
or I'll ever trust again

How do we find us?
How can I reach out to you?
Where will we end up
as the outbreak ensues?

How do we find us?
How can I get through to you?
Where will we end up
as the gunshots resume?



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