The saints last march |
Issue 9
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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 |
SIDNEY CRUZ is an artist from San Diego, CA.
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