- Vol. 04
- Chapter 02
S/he is more than blood, bone, a face, raised from rubble, with grey and crimson skin, like a clown’s in a movie s/he’s too young to see,
more than a casualty strapped to a bright orange seat, driven through shattered streets where s/he ran to school when a kiss could mend a graze,
more than a cost, a loss or gain of war, a wall to be demolished where ideas strike like flint and steel. S/he is the place where stars
come to Earth, where ocean meets shore and change rocks steady and slow. S/he raises her hand to the sky. S/he is life, s/he is light.