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what survivors we are
it’s everything till now we’re past
and we are all still here
who survived the bombardment
the bottle, the knife
the force majeure
the slurs, the denigrations
we who hid in the cellar
who hid in the walls
crouched in the night
slipped off
sometimes invisible
we were never the same
tree to its utmost leaf
some sing
the tree, too, a survivor
or dig past every terror
drought and flood and pick your fear
the damage, the dangers
beyond all time until
to be here telling
and just who we are
nor were, now will
not those who fell
nor up against
and though in time to come we’re gone
I tell this now and here
