![]() More Than StatuesA Poem by Gaia Octavia
Hardened huddled strangers,
mouths of ash, many returned to fetal form still giving comfort in moments last Children clutching, babes held to breast, encased in plaster and mother's love, frozen in last gasp A dog pawing at a gate a shackled slave a child alone I see you here, now, and I am with you Deeply personal moments seared in time and forever my mind cut from your tomb - once your home - walls replaced by velvet ropes To be viewed by those in shameless droves but when my eyes met yours I too choked on ash and felt enough shame for us all © 2016 Gaia OctaviaAuthor's Note
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