each lines up, in turn, their own hell in their
hand
Which was greater
what does it take to feel
images?
Some connection beyond words?
an alphabet of common denominators
mother, father, teacher, son, brother, sister
they are all dead
the vantage point of the ocean at sunset
or is it dawn
with her unholy, mirrored city
sinking red beneath the horizon
or holy
and rising
Are we east or west
moving forward
or far away
this is flesh, this is blood
this is the scope of the dna
of the heart
the anger subsides and comes again
the blinding pain
Some commonality, some shared language
hand
Which was greater
what does it take to feel
images?
Some connection beyond words?
an alphabet of common denominators
mother, father, teacher, son, brother, sister
they are all dead
the vantage point of the ocean at sunset
or is it dawn
with her unholy, mirrored city
sinking red beneath the horizon
or holy
and rising
Are we east or west
moving forward
or far away
this is flesh, this is blood
this is the scope of the dna
of the heart
the anger subsides and comes again
the blinding pain
Some commonality, some shared language
