What Rose From The Wreckage
Chants echoed against the
hulls of ancestral shipwrecks.
Severed petals ascended
from the salt-soaked sea bed
in pleats.
Bruised skin ached heavy on
their backs,
but they stood grand like lilies.
—JG ©2026
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