clarity eludes slivered eyes.
Survey these woods
premonition behind raised hand
as firelicks approach.
of lonely children
fleeing villainous tormentors
welcoming final escape
embracing relief of innocent death
cradled now by pure Mother Earth
in graves unmarked
names lost or changed or unknown—
we sing our mourning song
we offer quiet Freedom Tears
we chant in voices that will not relent
we hold each one within this soft sacred circle
where humanity emerges the victor
where their names again are whispered
where they rise to be printed in the stars
with love and sorrow and remembrance and hope
we will never forget:
You are not alone
You are not alone.