The ocean eats them altogether, even eats
Their names. Their bodies float, blown up
And lifeless. Rescue crews pull them aboard,
And take them to the places they had hoped
To reach when they were breathing, to be
Buried nowhere special. No one comes
To claim them. No one pleads their cases
To their gods, and those they lived among
Back in their villages don't dare to ask
About them. They have left. They're gone.
Their villages were bombed to ruins.
Neighbors have been sent to prison, shot,
Or transformed into slaves. The dead
Are nameless, but at peace. The ones
They left behind have lined up, paid,
To try to cross the water. If they die,
That's how it goes. They're doomed
To do so if they stay. By leaving, they
May live.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-15 at 01:33

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