Greener Pastures

It has hung in my throat all day

The image of you staring out the window

dreaming of greener pastures.

Pastures not filled with burning people.

It has hung in the back of my throat all day

the tears you shed

for the wish to be simple

for the wish to live a life not filled with violence.

To live a life whose stories you can tell the neighbors.

What absolution is there for us

who sent you out?

Only to return and beg for mercy

for an end to the nightmares,

for the care we cannot give.

Only the lucky survive this passage

and they are forever changed.

September 7, 2011

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