They ran out of
space.
They cannot hold these
much longer.
They need the room.
Shrouded bodies
shipped in boxes.
Unclaimed.
No one knows who
to ask.
Where are the kith
and kin?
Perhaps they too are
Unclaimed.
The earth said, "Allow me..
to take them
to swallow them
to churn the soil
with the wood with the blood.
Their stories will be released into blades of grass,
and dew drops will mourn for them."
Potter’s Field,
Hart Island, NYC - April 2020
A month ago I saw
satellite images of Iranian mass
graves. Shocking. That would never
happen here.
Until it did.
Until it did.
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