the implosion happens slowly
as he falls into himself
everything in him crashing
even the light in his eyes

but first, he sprinkled seeds
i wear them like feathers
decorating my person with imprints of before

his colors are painted on their faces
steadying the ground beneath us
she carries his courage

even after he’s gone
his soldiers stand marching
lighting the way like wildfire

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