GenerationalOpen the bays and we fall togetheras in archival footagefrom last generation’s warwe shift inside our tumblingthe air hitting useach a little differentlythere’s comfort in thiscollectivity we’ll landtogether more or lessour impacts giving offtiny globes of lightbecoming one lightsoundless to the pilotsthe bombardierswherever they’ve goneThe HumanistWhen he rose before the jury of his peershe knew he had arrived at the endgameof his belief, mirror against mirror,and when they read to him his crimes—his betrayal of the time’sconsensus—he saw he would be folded into the bodyof the human story. He would bejudged and found guiltyof elevating men to this very position of judgment.The loneliest person on earthis a humanist condemned. When the pyrewas lit, it bloated the squarewith light—the light his body fed.(Later the guards cleaned up in darkness.We have no record of what they said.)
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