once again
of not coming
to know
the strident
sorrows
unfulfilled for
fatherland
of not seeing
loved ones
their remains
drifted
in the far earth
of saying father
father and to be
heard
in this benign
beginning
a gray sky
a fleet
of nonbirds
of faces
of inaudible
singsongs
not a word
unrecognizable
atoned in this
despicable pit
of a large burning
once and for all
again a face
your face
flies
into nothing
the wish
never to be
in-
visible
This poem appears in the January/February 2024 print edition.
