A city’s chore
In phantom rest
Recline at last
In parody
We are dutifully
Blessed
We sigh unseen
The green comes mean
Stains in the air
Burdens of care
To cathedrals we go
Marching slow
To tame some flame
To bend us low
Published first in Ginosko Literary Journal Issue 36 JUN 2026
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