the words are there stuck between now and then
inside the border. they are all dying. the words
and the bodies. burning. inside the chest. inside
the walls. underneath the border. underneath
the papers. it is all there stuck behind the mirrors
nobody wants to talk about these walls. nobody
wants to talk about hese conditions. nobody
wants any of it. but its there. over and over.
its there waiting for everyone to acknowledge
all the bodies of children. all the bodies of war.
all the bodies under the river. under the wall.
under the faces. and the bones. the nameless
ones. all the mothers. all the fathers. crossing.
over and over. all the bodies. all the conditions.
over and over. the border holds the names.
even of the disappeared. even of the forgotten.
even of the ones that will never be named.
the ones without numbers. the ones without
papers. the ones stuck against the wall.
the ones stuck against the earth.