</>Above the rung, a dozen
feet begin to quake
The dogs chew through the muzzle
The earth begins to shake.
She cracks like dented puzzles
put together in a maze
Her gravity is weakened
Our mother crawls away.
We pack our things and wonder
how cruel the system behaved
Deprived of what is under
the symbol in the shade.
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