Lord, bid war's trumpet cease;
Fold the whole earth in peace.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Writing with skin and blood,
metal bits that shine inside
sewn up pieces of survival
Operation endures selfless
unfaltering freedom,
tiny handwriting says
"Don't visit this place,
go to Venice instead,"
my head fills with images
Your mom's arms wrapped tight
around you, holds your face in her hands,
thanks every particle of every God
that has ever known
a damn religion,
anywhere, ever -
Thoughts scrape the edge of time,
days dream of "Venice and anywhere instead,"
awkward questions float on paper hearts,
So, you write to us,
skin, blood and a soul shining
on all that you'd give to be home
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