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second shave

my little brother drowned in a river
dragged down by a whirlpool
eyes wide, cries futile
once, twice, three times down, down
went my heart baptized in writhing
love and unspeakable grief
three days to find his body
still can’t find that precious piece of my soul
i sat by the river why, why
not me why him i cried
and i went home and shaved my head because
i could not speak my
unspeakable grief

today my little brothers and sisters drown
in a river of blood and horror
eyes wide, cries futile
crouched down in their homes trembling
little hands over their heads
and my heart cries out in writhing love and
unspeakable grief
how long until we find the truth
how long the eternity from which the dead will
never come home a man’s only son
an old woman’s firstborn
multitudes of lifeless child eyes staring
why why why i cry
for oil? for empire? for greed?
and tonight i must shave my head because
once again i cannot speak my
unspeakable grief

may the spirits of the drowned bear witness
that those who weep on the river’s edge
are determined to study war no more
with one thunderous wail of unspeakable grief
we cry out for peace

                mary oishi

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