I came here smothered
in feelings the stomach clenched
what we share in this history
this nation, this heritage
religion and compassion
a jumbled game
where a 70 year old
flashes back to all she did
wrong wrong wrong
like a bell ringing
from the high tower
atop the temple
beliefs inherited
seeing just how broken I am
we are
traditions built on pain
tortured to death
where our most toxic habits
lead to tsunamis
who is it that is to blame
the primary question
the snake still in its tree
whispers to me
whose fault is this?
No answer.
Janet Vickers
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