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The Divine's Call                              by Kalimah Abioto


Be ever alert to the divine’s calling

Shrouded in the decadence of tears

These fire years


Cribs discarded on street corners

Bullets in blue night

Neighbors and Knife fights

Calling in the elastic make up of a mind

To rebuild again the fervor of peace


A child’s cry

A mother’s loss



Be reborn

The miner finds a way out of

Of the architects rubble and scorn

Angel’s horns …

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