When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain. - Andrea Gibson

Somebody pray for the soldiers.
Somebody pray for what's lost.
Somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers, fathers,
sisters and little brothers
of Michael 19... Steven 21... John 33.
How ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses.

One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited

Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door
with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music
every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears.
At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem
no one stands up for.