It is not clear
what if anything
we will leave behind
for whom, what for, how long-
it is not clear
if we will have the right.
Instead, even the rain
stops falling for a while
and filters through the cracks
drops do drip and drip, brown
into a marmalade jar,
bricks rotting away
(since the distant past)
Everybody is out and about
and you are cocooned, indoors
shrouded by sirens, and echoes.
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I'm a lecturer, researcher and editor. I'm interested in many things and do work in many areas. I'm into human-computer interaction design, digital humanities, comics studies, scholarly communications, open access, open data, ethics, public health, politics, media, journalism, human rights. You can follow me on Twitter @ernestopriego.
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