The silhouetted beasts and signs

like cave art

in these darkening times

 

Overnight they herd in scrawl

to gather

on our city walls

 

Their short-lived lives fade too quick

they die

though they were never sick

 

What trace might last when we are gone

when no walls stand

to carve upon?

 

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https://wolfgarwords.com/2024/08/23/three-readings-child-sand-canvas/