Conquered Poem by Joanna Hamilton

Conquered



we built it high;
we let it fall;
it all came
crumbling
at our feet.
the ashes,
like snowflakes,
falling fast -
a blizzard
with thunder
and burning
bodies ablaze
in the afternoon
light.
the fire
doused
only by blood
as the
sunset
came falling,
crumbling,
like embers,
at our feet.

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