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Nuclear Religion (2021)
I return to find a quiet land,
These silent buildings mark my route,
As I pray ancestral grounds still stand.
I am religious to earth and sand,
Returning to find ground to sprout,
Till the meter crackles in reprimand.
This place was cursed to never stand
By forces far away whose faith I doubt,
Whose only order was to raze our land.
On my way to familiar earth stands,
A different kind of place to be devout:
A new town hall on old church land.
The last church mattered to this land,
Yet belief was caught up in the fallout,
The last illusion of man’s firm hand.
While I struggle to understand,
This rebuilt town after the fallout,
I learn all hope can do is demand
That we rebuild from stone and sand.
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