PIET̉

 

                                         At a refugee center

 

 

                                         His face is poised

                                         as an olive

 

                                         holding his

                                         toffee-haired girl

 

                                         for life,

                                         for dear life.

 

                                         In a handpicked

                                         suit and tie

 

                                         he looks sad

                                         beyond relief

 

                                         yet calm as silk,

                                         soft beyond

 

                                         the waters.

 

                                         What tortures

                                         have they endured,

 

                                         what barbed wire

                                         what gunfire

 

                                         what walking

                                         into hate and fear.

 

                                         Unmistakable

                                        

                                         across

                                         a crowded room.

 

                                         Here they cradle

                                         in tight memory,

 

                                         a sculpture

 

                                         carved

                                         in living flesh.

                       

                                                                         ―David Radavich

                        

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