Suffer the children
Children’s bodies lie on the street
Motionless
Clothing burning
Still believing in help, hands outstretched
On which side of that thin line called
Us vs Them
Did their mothers fall
If they look like us it is
A crime against humanity
If not
We sigh with guilty relief
Dodged that bullet
Those children
Can go to heaven or hell
Without us
Plague physics
As we parted ways
on the busy street
you reached out your arm
pulling me into a
friendly embrace
In this time of distance
it had been months
(four months one week five days to be exact)
since the last time
I had been held close
with comfort and affection
My knees felt weak
as if I had just returned
from the vacuum of space
gravity and human touch
pulling me to earth
Strange and wonderful
to know I have existed
all these months
(four months one week five days to be exact)
I am not my imagination
after all
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