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Humanity
He carried death
through crowded streets.
On his shoulders. With his hands.
With a face that had already
crossed grief into something
without a name.
People carried phones.
Nobody moved until paperwork
made the pain officially.
someone's problem.
The body on his shoulders
was not the heaviest thing.
It was the silence
of everyone watching-
people who felt something and
chose, anyway,
to keep scrolling.
Humanity didn't die that day.
It just made sure
the lighting was good
before it posted.
