So you wrote a screenplay...
on the other side of the world,
yes, children are starving;
on this side of the earth,
understanding has little say...
winning and losing is all that matters,
remember the invisible children,
on the steps to the cathedral,
those very steps your wife died in childbirth,
exactly seven years ago...
auspicious start for your daughter...
since then your flag unfurled,
closing that chapter of your life,
remember the juniper breath of the sad men
entering the empty chamber,
exiting with your young starling,
no, you were not home, then...
pretend you hear a brown sparrow chatters
lyrics about a lamb gone to slaughter,
as you walk through the woods, you see a doe,
yet, no matter how beautiful...
oblique shadows cut like a knife,
no one could forewarn you to such danger.
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