We close the dooragainst the firesthe bootstrapsand the goosestepstaking the streets. We turn our eyestowards a futureimagined, not realfragileas it is destroyed. We hear the soundsof marching feetand prayers builtupon self-justificationlies born in the pulpit. History repeatsin fear and in deathmarching forwardthough we shield our eyesand hide ourselves away. ~ Caroline A. Slee