Siblings

Little Boy, Fat Man,
carry our fear downward
into the streets, into the bodies
of the people living there, looking up…

Officer, bear our rage
onto the streets, onto the bodies
of those black people lying there,
looking up…

Only by grace and humiliation
do we see
Abel looking up at Cain,
Joseph looking up from the cistern:
at brothers, not enemies,
kin, assuming difference and threat,
blood, haunted by fear and shame.

What siblings look up at us now,
waiting for our hand to come down?

                  In Memory:
                  Hiroshima bombing
                  75 years ago today.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

August 6, 2020