What answer do we have to death and war, what answer to our sufferings our tragedies our sins? We stand open-mouthed at our own acts and all the crime and all the harm. What answer do we have for the deeds of our own kind? The sky is mute, the music plays and all our faces ranged in rows trying to understand our arms our hands, our bleeding hearts that die at our own lack. How do we gain humanity back and be all that we should have been?next poem