You allow us dignity
where we have mined the deepest trenches of our own disgrace.
Let the Princes stand in silence
with their hands lifted to their mouths.
I come for you.
Awe, and contemplation
The regrets of humanity
and retribution.
What have we loosed?
The unearthing and exaltation.
I long to touch the faces
of the tiny ones
realeased to heaven.
I love you, I love you.
I am wretched by your pain
by the evil,
knowing and unknowing, alike.
My hands are drawn to my mouth in horror.
I feel you moving in my womb.
I am overcome with terror
at little hands and feet wrenched away.
Going home eternal
All the little ones.
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