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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 
 
 
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