Idle eyes

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Glaring into eyes of beasts,
our city fell of the shoulders
and into idle hands.

They danced around lines drawn
in the sand from a man they
decided was be imagery.

So casually it takes its eyes of the
sky to the broken pieces,
rebuilding may not be as swift.

Broken hands. Unable to receive
blessings, deaf ears, unable to hear
rescue sirens.

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