(The second voice s/be in italics)
Joan
A pall of dust a raven's cry
the sounds of battle fading
who is fighting?
are they my hands?
women weep and search the dead
under torchlight flaring
where is this place?
are they my people?
hair shorn short darkly daggered
clammy stonework dripping
who is speaking?
is that my voice?
night's vigil ends the guards defend
a woman in chain mail raving
what is this text?
is that my pen?
dustmotes drift in a beam of light
voices drone the gavel pounds
a distant door slams shut
look!
a bonfire!
will there be dancing?
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