So still so this
is what war looks like
in the 21st century
we’ve gone beyond the daily reminder
the imprint of bloodshed in print
houses around the world a silent
scream standing up to the source
screaming silence silence silence
the beat of miracles of listening
drones in your skin, drones into the
march of feet
the march of lips talking over failure
so scream into silence, grey lady,
turn the page when you think we’re ready, or
turn our promise, us into stone