Dangerous, revolting
Aristide thrifts his way through the circles
my body a channel through the underworld
a portal through purgatory
His words with my thoughts mix as though mud
Between the toes of his people, the souls of our people
roll, capsize, pepper the night sky with their stories untold
Lead him, fighting, home and then home again
It’s 100 degrees today but nothing’s caught fire just yet
Though you are an island surrounded by lava,
Though for miles on top of minutes we can see the
Ashes stacked on top of each other—
The salt of the Earth.
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