The saints last march

Issue 9

And when the saints finally came
They weren’t marching
They were crawling
Finding the last sleepy town where
Few inhabitants dwelled
Living off limited light
And rationed air
Bringing to them
All they had left
 
There is
 a quiet urgency to their eyes
The eyes of saints
as they
Try to unearth something deeper than the truth
 that drove them across this forsaken land in the first place

READ THE FULL PIECE IN ISSUE 9

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SIDNEY CRUZ is an artist from San Diego, CA.

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