The Blue Sky
Demands
maximilian heinegg
Deliver each Prometheus
from his mountain-
cross
on these banks
where one brother lavishes
every gift on his own.
The other does not dream
of theft or fire,
but his grandfather’s keys
& return to that home’s
fair garden beneath
a brokered sky.
So with enough land
any martyr might
forgive these trespasses,
but we are tribes
that do not share
promises.
Peace is also not
just so many stories
of sacrifice,
the one revenge
dying
into the other
as much as men
seeing nothing in a place
to kill for.
Hope waits at the bottom
of a moment’s jar
to be raised
by those who know
how to play a music
they have never heard:
peace. This sky
blue demand,
this ambit claim.
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