I can’t say your name
or you’ll be real.
And if you’re real
then what happened to you is real.

I can’t look at your photo.
Though you smile
your eyes plead for a reason
and there are none.

I close my eyes and stop up my ears
but your blood cries out from the ground,
“How long? How long?”
And I have no answer.

Some seek revenge
and are satisfied with payments
made in eyes and teeth.
But nothing undoes what has been done.

I shiver
in the cold of human hearts
and turn my eyes to the hills
in search of grace.