everyone is forgotten.
History quickly whittles
into toothpick clichés:
Heroes and heretics
become trees we can't see
for the forest.
I, too, am a few anecdotes
Time will wipe me from the slate—
but I carve my petroglyphs and hope
someday you will walk this valley,
read these brittle stick figures,
and clothe their bones in resurrected flesh.
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