Day 53 of 100 Poems/100 Days

Boys

She said:
“Boys left free to fall have fallen for me,
and I must shoot the men that make their guns,
I must strike my fingers against their palms,
and I must raise their sons as my own,
as if they were bones in my hand,
as if they were thoughts in my head,
or the ones I fought and loved.”

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