or To the war orphan from her murdered parents
Daughter, we beg that you do this for us if you will. Please remain open and kind.
Do not allow this emptiness to enter your bones, for the cold of winter
can kill you. And sitting in isolation, you will starve.
Let yourself be hollowed by ignorance that others
may wash their grief in your bowl.
Stay soft that others may rest their weariness
upon your breast.
Do not be abandoned
though the world appears to abandon you.
We are with you as always
and greater gone the flesh.
Without vengeance, enjoy your living.
Smile and dance before
Let our care for you
satisfy the insatiable hunger.
note: i sat this afternoon to relieve a familiar psychic ache and in keening with those gassed in Syria this poem surfaced. the psychic ache remains.