catch all the fires
It is not for you to catch all the fires that find theirflight to Guernica | the cinder settles on the paletteafter being coughed from the lung, this was yourhome, that which was swelling on the pasture ofeach breath you struggled to unearth | how manyhours were lost with the gazania now sharing theafterlife with the woven blanket laced by the bentfingers of your sleeping grandmother who did no...