the soul bleeds against stony edges of
injustice, churning up
memories better left to settle
except bubbling up also
from fathomless depths, hope
irrepressible, clearing the way
to the surface and sun
see now, carp of joy
red and golden
back to the source
We kept vigil with you when we heard
For who could sleep with heart shards in the air?
The static explodes, screaming for your silenced ones
Unfamiliar names, unfinished stories
Reckoned into the past unwillingly
We imagine your pain
We count our blessings
We say we want answers, revenge or justice
But what is there to hold onto except grief and forgiveness?
Every belief a banshee, we try to pray with you
Cursing and beseeching the world and its gods
Does it help?