Ohre

by jason   Nov 21, 2004


Searching, Frantically
Like a small child
On Christmas
Looking for the box
With the right name.

It is found,
Only to be followed
By screams and tears.
Shock, "mom"

Tears flow
And screams still come
"Why?! Why?!"

The true question
Is not why, but how.

22,000 rest here, remember and forgive.

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