In the Day Room (1998)
In this room we crouch in trenches
Load bodies onto trucks
Smell burning flesh.
We pick up the pieces of our friends
And blame ourselves for things we didn’t do.
In this room we see heads without bodies
And wait in the elephant grass while it’s set on fire.
In this room we put ourselves together
Then break apart again.
We hold the weight of death and life
That is heaped on tortured shoulders.
In this room we drink the sorrow that swamps beleaguered souls
And try to find a way to carry
The burden of this room.