For Mohammed Mohiedin Anis
With God’s help, we keep repairing them.
With music as the floorboards of our home.
Smoke rises from a throat less like fog
and more like better ghosts from better times.
The record turns over and again, spirals in
on itself, and leaves no footprints, no shrapnel,
no children crying, no house of God turned in on
itself, no war. The music leaves no war.
There will be a home where there is a homemaker.
There will be a body where there is work put in.
We keep warm in the fires of burning buildings.
We do not make new when we can fix what is old.
They keep tearing apart our realities in violence.
With God’s help, we keep repairing them.
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Brice Maiurro is a poet and writer from Denver, Colorado. He is the Editor-in-Chief of South Broadway Ghost Society and the Poetry Editor for Suspect Press. His second collection of poems, Hero Victim Villain, will be out this June with Stubborn Mule Press.
Photo by Aladdin Hammami.
