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Battle Cry

Published: 04 June 2019

I lost myself making symbols
for words that make little sense
to be painted on gold and gold
for the coming waterfest.

I pray that they do not see
how I have placed you there
to hold our flame as we face
our friends in the rings.

If they do not remove you
I will be the happiest bag of rain
that will burst in all those moments,
winning or losing.

You will be the battle cry
that I will scream inside myself—
for only myself to hear
but that I hope you will see.