the battle (do or . . .)

today is the day
(for the moment
at least)
that they say
might bring the creature
to our doorsteps

it will start out cool
then boil up
later on
into searing

looking out the window
the smoky haze
is not too bad
today

though I can still taste
yesterday’s plastic
in the air
and the stench
of burning rubber

mostly
what I notice
making the ground
seem like
a carpet that has come alive
is the flits
and the flights
of a cloud
of small blue butterflies

and we will stay

it has been decided

that
is our plan

stay
in the township
though
we will not seek
to defend
at our door

there are places
to run
to be as safe
as anywhere else is

and we will do our best
to survive
along
with all our neighbours

I will go
to my workplace
in the afternoon
to undertake my regular shift

there are others
whose need
falls in my
domain

so
let us all hold hands
for a moment

even across
the width
of the seas

beyond these burning skies

let us all hold hands
to feel
that we are
in this moment
as one
and together

and to pass
a little love

pass a little thought

pass a little strength
then
turn around

face
whatever comes
with all we have
and
do or die
dears

do or die

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