October 18, 2017

Tusk for Tusk 

In your house of ivory

you’ve already forgotten—

we’ll never forget:

Silence but the leaves

rustling as we stretched

for fruit. Sun bathing
us in soft light. Us 

together, a herd, 

a family—


Until firearms ricocheted

hitting Mia, killing Yasmin.


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