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The Traveler

you walked past the colossal

gate with barred windows these

days adorned to say no praying,

kneeling, worshiping, spitting or

eulogizing allowed. emaciated

with travel, words scattered along

the way sparkled with your tale

of heading to a land full of those

who daily rouse to applaud the end

of senseless days that suffocate life.

you carried small bags with all your

possessions in them, firm memories

wrapped for the trip in scraps of paper,

family photos for trying times, even a

note from the village priest. more

than once you paused along the way

hiding from the moon to catch your

breath in the dark, eyes filling with tears

for those left behind in ruined places.

faintly, you laughed about the coming

change at the border’s edge, and heaven

on wings you dreamed would meet you.