"Stay," a Weird Catastrophe Poem

                                                                          Stay
                    
                         us women
                              have to go on living
                                               in the wreckage
                               of these manly martyrs

                            these boys that never grow up,
                                   do they not see 
                                           that we have nothing too?
                         that this life that’s not worth living
                                  goes on without you

                            paradise was already lost
                               when they took your father away from us,
                                      when you decided to follow him too

                         along the piles of dust
                                   of a formerly great city
                                skinny arms reached up
                                            to a deadly blue sky

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