ART LITERATURE ABOUT SUSTAINABILITY STAFF PERFORMING ARTS TOUCHSTONE
UNSPOKEN CASUALTY ESPERANZA TYSON | Poetry An only son, a folded flag, The sight her heartstrings tore. Her child’s tears for all the years, Lost to life before. This was the moment life was set. She saw her son’s heart harden, As they buried his best friend, His brother, in the garden. She knew she needed to be strong, Protect her living son. Adjust to life without the twins, Her child no longer half, but one. Days went by, then weeks, then months, Until they turned to years. Time had past, a painful blur, Infinite as their tears. She realized she’d lost both sons, The warrior, and the child of joy. Both shattered simultaneously. The dead, and the broken boy. Fighter, lover, yin and yang, One with bullets in his past. His gun was almost empty, Bullets down to the last. An only son, left alone, Half a twin, too tired to cry. At brother’s grave with brother’s gun, One bullet is a lifetime supply.
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