Footsteps (Photo credit: rofi)
the things that live in our footsteps
lives won and lost
battles rage, a holocaust microbial
of what our life once was
when walls were womb-thick
An intriguing last line…like the images conveyed in the poem.
Thank you. I’m often taken aback by how alive microbes are- and how they exist at a plane and scale that is just as real as our own.
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