epilogue for sara

“Eastward and westward storms are breaking,--great, ugly whirlwinds of hatred and blood and cruelty. I will not believe them inevitable.” ― W.E.B. Du Bois, The Wisdom of W.E.B. Du Bois


as what's left
of her short life
is being washed away
by a stream of water
from a garden hose
to thin to weaken
the spreading chemicals
sara feels the burning
that stretches
out from her body
in every direction—
360 degrees of agony
 
blindly she reaches
into the black absence
hoping her fingers
will brush against
someone
she can hold onto
 
someone
who can lift her away
from this broken place
 
someone
who can take her back
to a world of innocence
& grace
 
& the face of a child
humming to herself
as she plays alone
dark eyes
gazing up
into a cloudless syrian sky
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DB Cox is liked, but not well-liked by most of the tenants of the Octagon House Apartments. He has been selected as the Best Blues Guitarist on Woodrow Street for three years running.
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  1 week ago
The line in the first stanza: "to thin to weaken" should read: "too thin to weaken"

...self-edit by DB Cox

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