November the Twentieth

and once a year we count our slain

and one a year we say their names

and another year gone

and others gone

some saw in them the faces of demons

we are not your demons

we are your mirrors

and once a year we count our slain

and once a year we say their names

mirrors

you startle at your own

fragile

shattering

you cannot shatter the mirrors

we are born among you, always

of you, we are not other

another year gone

and others gone

you could chase away the demons

but not the faces

and once a year we count our slain

their transgression of your own making

they dared to be of their own making

and once a year we say their names

they dared to be of their own revealing

another year gone

they dared to be as we ever remain

and others gone

they dared to be not to themselves ever other

you could face the demons

you make faces into others

gone of your own

fragile

shattering

mirrors but not merely

faces

we are born among you, always

names

and once we dare

faces

we dare of our own making

and once a year we count our slain

and once a year we say their names

and another year gone

and others …

we remain

their names

fragile

we remember

shattering

we remember

we remain

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