Dust

We talk about memory.
We talk about remembrance.

In photographs
survivors rush from the wreckage
fleeing smoke flames death
covered in the dust of destruction
rags over mouths.

Concrete, rebar, insulation,
paint, drywall, fertilizer —

You

Vaporized.

I breathe you in.
I hold you inside, nestled in
my lungs my blood my body,
I carry you forward
and I remember.
I remember.

(For those who were killed, those who survived, and those who were changed forever by the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building bombing in Oklahoma city on April 19th, 1995.)

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