My descent

My descent

A Poem by cricket

many whispers
bound to one
outstretched hand,

A beckoning finger,

“come down lower
and listen-”

crackling, snapping
distant fireflies
unreachable and
descending

“listen and hear
what cannot be heard above.”

below
a mass burial, burning
scorched bodies stacked
calling upwards

© 2022 cricket


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Feedback and thoughts are always welcome :)

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Added on June 13, 2022
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cricket
cricket

Bloomington , IN



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