untold

of stories hold energy

simmering shimmer in the in between

silence is golden

even in shadow hoaxes

there are victims left out of murder charges

rarely are the accessories who made the monster

brought to the fore

there are homes of love

centuries old

diminished to future dust by warfare

mothers dying with the deaths of their children

children hollowed by their own losses

the dead smile broadly, all teeth and bone rictus

the bullets blown through her as she ran shield screaming

hitting them both

they watched the world away together

laying there

soul to soul

there are volumes of lives untold

a saga retold uber alles, after all

transformation is the whole of it

this step sees a million roads