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Sovereign Day Yet
When Death came by
We brushed him ‘way,
Told him, “Return
On Sovereign Day
“When she is old
And withered more,
Not just begun
To rise and soar,
“Not just begun
To see the light
Beyond the storm,
Beyond the night,
“Not just begun
Beyond her grief,
To find some time
For young relief.”
And Death, he laughed,
But he moved on.
He knew to wait,
For now be gone.
Byron López Ellington is a 17-year-old mestizo writer from the central Texas hill country. He is the founder and editor of the radical literary magazine Rulerless (rulerless.org), and has work published or forthcoming in Juven, Black Cat Magazine, and Grand Little Things, among others. You can find his work at byronlopezellington.com.
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