Wednesday, May 15, 2013
they tell us that the mask is to help us breathe
to block out the ash
to protect our faces from the radiation
but I wonder
if maybe it’s so we can’t see the fear on each other’s faces
if maybe it’s so we don’t know which of our comrades torched the screaming family
if maybe it’s so we’ll forget that once we had our own faces
I wonder
do they know that I remember?
that behind this mask I’m dreaming of the day they will incinerate
in these same flames that stole me and left my brother to die
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