the kind that takes whole
neighborhoods
hostage and

leaves the dismayed
picking through the remains
to find their charred family albums
while their babies are off
staring at ash clouds
that block the sun
holding an empty leash
     and at such a
      young age

finally understanding
accidents, permanence,
their environment’s
severity and no exits.
you always remind them
there are no exits.

“grief”

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