Connections

The shared playlists feature 
many anti war songs. We love 
flower children. Before they cut 
the connection you share one on the moon and ask if ours rose 
to its fullest form yet.

The howl sounds silent. 
When death tramps in 
every other creature leaves 
even before we see the shadow’s tip. 
I text – I see no cat behind the fence 
or rat around the bin tripped over 
a wire of wind. The text remains unsent.

My mother begins to reiterate 
her grandfather’s tale of moon. 
When it would rise the battlefield 
would fear everything. When 
it rose her grandfather saw his 
dead friend woke up and 
walked towards the other side.

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