I stood in her secret annex
Many years ago
And I still remember the patina of years past
Stuck to dingey walls and curling yellowed posters.
I climbed a dark narrow staircase
Just to stand in her shoes
And in the tiny rooms she and her family and friends shared
For two years.
Two long lonely years
Depending on high-stakes kindness
And sustained silence to save them
From the devil —
A devil with horns hidden just above his brow
And a gouging flaming tail on full display.
Two fear-soaked years
Never standing in the sun
And never kissing under the moon and stars
With toes toeing the grass,
Toes that feel their freedom in the cool dew.
She spent two years carving love-borne madnesses and unsinkable hopes
Into stones of eternity
While bloodied dragons hunted her blood,
And the blood of those like her.
If found —
Death would lead their way down that suffocating staircase
Into gallows of flame and silencing fire.
Of this era
In this part of the world
Do not know fear
We do not know true evil.
We do not know history.
That’s because we are too busy
Building more fires
And burning more books,
Blinding ourselves with the woke light of ignorance.
*** I have no political affiliations, btw. Not left. Not right. Everyone is fucked as far as I’m concerned. I’m disgusted with society as of late. ***