What say you to a poem of history?

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"I Can Still Find My Name in the Concrete"

Breathing again in this Place--
blood from the Father's knife
slides and dapples his daughter's face,
crimson threads, severed ties, sundered names.

She came spreading lies,
burning lines in my skin, brand under my eyes,
I remember it all but hold still my tongue,
Love is a Chain and the water is wide.

Dancing amidst the ghosts of a past,
gloved hands never touched and this heart is so changed,
my homeland verdant but my music is dark,
shadow is cast like the die of my fortune.

Peace in this haven, grey of the sky,
chaos red swirling, this mind still the same.
I could walk miles and still carry this knowledge,
return isn't redemption; nothing has changed.
 
Reading this poem is the next closest thing to an anxiety attack. Very unsettling, there's no resolution and no relief. But it is so well-crafted, with subtle rhymes in unexpected places.
 
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