A Wreck of Wrecks

And when the day comes

We find ourselves aghast 

In it

Lost

Freaked out

By it

And they come anyhow

To pick through the

Rubbish

The bones 

And find a ring

A finger

Dislodged

And when the light emerges

From the rubble of 

Gray battles strewn

Through the black holes

In our galaxy

We prevail and

Rebuild

Robust

It’s like this 

Without thought 

We go on

As they fiddle with

The locks and souls

Lost

And they rebuild

Doors

Windows

Arches 

And the Lintels and posts

Teeter precisely

Where they stood

Unbothered

A wreck of wrecks

Too many to count

And they come.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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