Poets

They used words

for weapons,

while we

used  words

on wounds…

 

Poetry was

our honey,

for them it was more salt.

 

Their bodies broke

all over poems

while our souls

broke into our own…

 

 

Yet,

they wrote

and called them

poems,

while our poetry

kept us warm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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