PIETÒ
by David Radavich
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.
Published in Kakalak 2016.