Amber Alert

Beginning of 17th centurySuspended in disbelief
since antiquity,
when Phaëton was struck down
and the poplars wept
upon the scorched earth he left behind.

Their grief became our own,
as we bore witness to the downfall of man,
and it swallowed us whole.
Then somewhere in between
dark layers of ash and sediment,
with the weight of our gods pressing down,
we fossilized.

Over time we have forgotten
our copal encasement:
We see the world through its glassy surface,
and the sun shines through in amber hues..

Until alerted by moments of urgency
when we must fight hard or fly far away,
only to find our limbs
immobilized
and our wingless bodies
trapped inside.

Those moments we are forced to watch
in horror
as others set their souls on fire,
spilling the blood of innocence
right before our eyes.

Still inside, we are resinous.
We conduct electricity,
currents of feeling move through us
like lightning.

Still inside, we are resilient.
Our heads fill with beauty
even after our hearts have stopped beating,
after our hearts have stopped
beating, after our
hearts have stopped.

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