My Brother Was Silent

I waited for you brother day and night
within the shadows among the tents
I prayed for your return.

Then they brought you from the field
you were calm like the desert sands.

A silhouette so delicate and calm
to my fingers.

I found a crumpled picture of a girl
in your pocket torn bloodied and stained.
Memory after memory of departed love
came flooding from within her wrinkled
smile.

I undid your bundle –
my heroic brother who had come home.
Feel the warmth of my hands upon your face.
Let my lips kiss your forehead, awake…
I’ll shout your praises.

Yet my brother was silent.
Yet my brother was silent.

While his blood cried out from the ground.

 

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