The times

All those times
      you leveled forests to make cigar boxes

All those times
      you exalted flamboyance to excess

All those times
      you rammed your chatter into malicious cannisters

All those times
      you slaughtered hope

All those times
      you seized the bones of nearby tribes to build your altars

Still I broke bread with you;
      I unrolled my pallet next to yours

All those times
      you shattered prosceniums with shouts of vengeance and spite

All those times
      you stole the brooches and necklaces from the treasuries

All those times
      you fed children blood

All those times
      you carried out wanton safaris in downtown neighborhoods

Still I pulled the load along the riverbank with you;
      I dug the foundations for your parliament

All those times
      you burned the archives of your own grandfathers

All those times
      you violated cells with glyphosates

All those times
      you answered tears with blows

All those times
      you lashed the seas with rapacious nets

All those times
      you threw up sandbags against rivers of compassion

Still one genus enfolds us;
      I cover its sinews with my skin;
      And stay

Andy Oram
January 20, 2025

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