Yes, the world is still beautiful
even while it's burning, or tectonically
sending giant waves across the globe
that could wipe out entire towns
including those with prime seafront
properties vacant most of the year
except at the peak of summer. I read,
once, about a boatload of souls—
they too could have been on vacation
in the Mediterranean coast, except they
were refugees fleeing war. Instead of
ornate domes housing mosaic floors,
a landscape outlined with smoke. A sea
embroidered with garments of the drowned.
Some of the bodies were so small. Some bore
scars from bullets, on their chests or foreheads.
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