Poison pen letter turned into erasure poem

Disappointment fails
to disclose the family
left behind

now way past
the million years.
Shelter honor, time,

distance—
Platitudes
antithetical

to the spirit.
Not speaking
nor asking,

the grass prospered.
Hope aligns. But at what
cost, whose cost?

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