the flamei hold a tiny spark of flame in my fingersMore Like This
place it on my right shoulder for light
the husbands and sons return under darkening skies
'we won.' they said, mourning. 'we killed many men.'
by the light of the spark i read the front reports
the crops are failing. the wives and mothers know.
the enemy is almost upon our village.
they cannot see the light. cannot see what's light
in the light of the spark my husband and sisters fall
my infant son becomes the black dawn
our villages become their cities.
our children become their factories.
but there are survivors. i teach the flame.
i create an invisible army.