A yellow glow shines in my window

Looking down on me as I lie in bed.

I am unable to feel anything

Cold boards creak as people crunch together 

Tired but not able to lay down

Framed together in a small box

Rolling loudly along its tracks.

In the dark; starving, naked and cold.

A soft rumbling in my stomach

I can only try to ignore it;

fragmented souls were all they had

Amongst a formal star

Rows of sexes by the hundreds

Faces lost in another town

Exportation, deportation

I cling tightly to my daughter

Her hair tickles my nose.

As dirt covers their bodies

While they dig their children’s grave.

I cling tighter and tighter.

My hands fold together

Like sharp blades of grass

Blowing in the wind.

I pray loudly.

Over and over,

Until I too fall asleep.