I left them sat atop a bookshelf
A set of tapes freshly wound
Stories convoluted
And too long to simply write about
No clear order to be found
None more worthy of a crown
An array of wealth in lives retold
Valued more than could be sold
As I set the final in its place
I felt my heart rip out my chest
Through the shelves and into the spines
Of the text below where they were to rest
In the walls that surround
Eager fists begin attempts
To claw through into the prism
Illuminating dust that covers them
With hollow eyes and empty throats
They call out for my hands
Opening a half-worked pad of notes
I scribble their names with a dying pen
And as the shutters begin to sway and flutter
I grow dizzy, succumb to heat
Left to watch their once able bodies
Cremate from solids into ink
No clear order to be found
None more worthy of a crown
An array of wealth in lives retold
Valued more than could be sold
Written by: Jaimee Jakobczak, 2022
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