210 – Medallion


Don the hand
from the remains
of the crater.

Find shrapnel to pierce
and thread twine
through the thick wrist.

Second heartbeat claps heavy
against your chest
when next you run to shelter.

Phantom-flex of the dead
fingers reach out
to all you pass.

Hammered ring glints
gold. A little fire
huddled in the dark.

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