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WHO TELL THEM

It is our stories that are told
and we who tell them.

We who have the campfires
who being flesh and bone
feel the warmth
feel the cold
are in the front line
of that ever battle
for survival

or, more exactly, in perennial
reserve
we left to ponder,
honour, remember, feel
as much empathy as
a human
being can feel

and yet
we do not

there are nothing beyond
the barest of lists
of all those lights
that were snuffed, all
who disappeared which anomaly we justify

in golden terms, speaking of
the space and capacity
and love
in Heaven

but, staring into the campfire,
I sense out in the cold darkness
great absence
present those forever outside

looking in

many as molecules, so
many, many, many

and why
we are not there too

why we are here
and now got so crazy, crazy lucky

we
dare not ask and
thus never do

this a tale
here right now
as we do tell them