A.R.Salandy - Evacuation

A white bird rested at an empty port

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Where we congregated,

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Worn and dishevelled,

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As skies cried

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And home bound winds

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Ushered our languid bodies

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To our foreign land

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Closed to our gaze

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For as engines roared

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And our shielded journey began,

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I knew our evacuation was a by-product

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Of sweet modernity

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Purchased in brotherly bonds,

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Or rather corrosive debt,

An aging corroboration of hyper reality

Just out of normal reach,

A callous reminder of my prolonged existence

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In a world of contorted identities

Snuffed out by demagogues

Silent, ever piercing.