A widow’s offering

When the screams come from Houston

The structure of the complicated politics, names, and pronunciations tumbled down

When words cannot rescue a baby in an incubator
Dunkirk style small boats will
Do not wait for the grand scheme to appear
or a new heaven and a new earth to descend
or the Fire of the King to roast us
As half burnt bread
we can be shared by millions
Just two coins of a widow
will be remembered

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