here, now
what once was empty
is given purpose
and there
what once had purpose
is given closure
fate befitting function
one or the other
then there are
night shifts,
odd jobs -

there are
who confuse you
with someone else
and when you say,
"But I am a refugee,"
they undress,
climb on top of you,
and fix your ankles
with stones -

there is
a temple in ruin,
and fire in the distance
and the wind
that stirs them
into shapes familiar
like echoes
of a voice
long since absent

"I am still here,
I am still here,
I am still here."
i really like this on first glance. the images and the pacing are great; there's a good amount of restraint balanced with revelation.

good work. thanks for positng.