Once, I bore witness the imprint now dwelling
From under the embattled archetype, Pride
Of the fallen debris, not one of us caught
In self-betrayal you would, but never did
Complain of your own wretched geometry

Those habits of ours, that drive us down
Above countrymen, and even globe

Whereupon I find your love beside herself
Filling to bursting and dead with promises
How to make children out of better people
From present attrition, professional tears
Bright, upon deconstruction’s broad horizon

Weighed power, over shame and horror
Became them, that you captured whole

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