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you have been here long

enough to lose your name,

wonder about the looks of

of the world escaped, the

last dirt road walked in the

shoes you wore across the

border, and the long night

of saying farewell. you have

been here long enough to say

the fortune-tellers at the little

church know too little about

your world of laments, the

loss of a mother to a soldier’s

gun, your sister skinned by

his bayonet, and his death

dealing shots responsible for

making orphans with dirty

cartridges that everyone knew

were American made. you have

been here long enough to hear

the whispered words of those

recounting measureless pain,

the terrifying images of Jesus’

followers hanging from trees,

and to complain to God who

circles the stars with justice

never seen. you have been here

long enough to demand an end

to the evil done by the crooked

money-grubbing bunch so far

from God—the witnesses who

weep with you know!