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after crossing the border

our village kin anointed

with blood, the earth behind

us kissed a last time, with

fingers on brown hands

pointing north like the surest

way to Eden, the quiet birds

in curious stare, in a darkened

universe that makes us tremble

before coming light, our ears

are tuned to lying words like

arrows in wait. we crawl the

final distance into the North

the bodies of those who did

not make it still cooling in

the desert night in shallow

graves, our tears swallowed

up by the curved darkness

of a strange new world, the

piteous wails of children in

tow with scraped knees, and

the fatigue felt from dragging

lingering fears. once we are on

the other side, we will pray

for God to make small the

loathing tongues and violent

acts that leave us without a

drop of life and distant yet

from Eden.