liberty etc.

the news washes over blind eyes ogling after dreams: waiting out the rise and fall of Rome from the comfort of my phone. walls topple before the kettle boils. each and every brick laid for naught. totality dissolved to nothing more than dust and absence. the brains insist it's all partial. everything is dangerous and nothing gives you everything. there is a time for every rung of the ladder. even supermarkets close.

liberty weeps into the sea, her tears connecting every mass of land and mess of fears and vital organs. she wants to leave but statues cannot move. she cries for us tomorrow, knowing what we could have been. the people pose for photos, climbing up her frame for fun. pay for keyrings of her torch and crown and magnets for the fridge. she sees it all, sometimes forgetting it's her they're here for. so much pride in appearance above the ideal. she cannot close her eyes: watching bombs on the horizon, wishing someone would say something. sometimes forgetting what she means or what they said she stood for. bombs sent with love from her shore to yours. how might this make sense when the skies decide to fall? she thinks about her name and the days it used to matter. the clouds still hang for now.