And in the Heart of Earth by Maed Rill Monte

I can see where I will be,

leaving what I did on the

surface, taking who I am,

after the many definitions,

labels, the backdrops, roots,

to stand before my God alone,

but drumbeats before that,

the charge to search lands

to occupy, these hands with

the longing of monuments

for crafts of greatness, by

which they would resurface,

while the sun prepares the

day, melting pots of gold

to reward the rising one now

awake, the words of the dead,

compounding to a whisper,

pleading us all, Live today!

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Maed Rill Monte is a nineteen-year-old, brown writer. His works has been published or forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, Feral, Scissortail, MollyHouse, Thimble and elsewhere. Find him on Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/maedrill.monte.31.