My father wept
in his sleep,
counting his babies.
My sister wept
at your grave,
counting her brothers.
My mother wept
at your side,
counting your days.
Twenty years later
your babies still weep,
counting their fathers.
Listen to their calls,
all counting,
still counting.
in his sleep,
counting his babies.
My sister wept
at your grave,
counting her brothers.
My mother wept
at your side,
counting your days.
Twenty years later
your babies still weep,
counting their fathers.
Listen to their calls,
all counting,
still counting.
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