a worksong for the apocalypse. Someone in a Museum Will See What Remains. Kayti Lahsaiezadeh.

26 Nov

Someone In A Museum Will See What Remains

Find me in a city under water
or a city buried under ashes.
A city under fire or underground.

People like us have a knack
for surviving the unsurvivable.
So wait for me with your taper

and bell, wait for me with a jug
of water. Make sure to turn off
all the lights. Promise me you

won’t look at what’s sitting on
the shoulder of the freeway.
Promise to wait until I tell you

that it’s finally safe
to open your eyes
to unplug your ears
to open the door.



Kayti Lahsaiezadeh






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