by David Dephy
You are in Ukraine, take off your sandals,
for the place where you are standing
is holy, every grain is the heart of a child.
See the empty strollers over there?
In front of you. Now you know who they are.
Now you know what has happened.
Just a second ago, they were alive,
my sweetest friend, they were loved.
The peace offering love—
earth and heavens made sacrifices to that love.
Who ever heard or felt anything more divine?
Their voices burst your temples,
their blood shines through the nights,
that’s how heavens see them in the dark,
constellated by the dew of their spirits,
they are not lost in the noise,
spinning chaos into order,
creating birth, from death,
and looking for an exit—
trying to care your smile
and that lost heartbeat
of ourselves in this great
blessing called freedom.
Last updated July 21, 2022