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| Far too many homes lay empty like this one. |
Piles of photographs of homes
erased from lots,
lonely,
lying fallow beside
shattered shelter
formerly
what brought photographs
to life
and life to photographs.
the cross
Leaning houses, tattooed
like genocide survivors,
a constant reminder
with every cross
of the threshold.
The cross lays crooked
on the living room wall,
worn brown and faded
like the vibrancy
that once lived here.
Stilled, but smiling,
Steeled, but rising.
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