Occupation

It’s a moment of occupation
the ground below and sky above
shaking and darkened
by an invader you fear to look at

And your home disappears
a cell taking it’s place
alien walls consuming once familiar streets

And with a knot of nothing
the occupied look on
until skies clear
and your home is your home
now marked by something
that will never fade away

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