Songs of Anisha
“Unbroken Pieces,”
by Eric Atie
Whole
You take me in your arms
And you break me in half
Shredded
Worn
Then you take those halves
And you break them into
Tiny little pieces more
Until I become dust
Crumbling off your hands
But each time, over and over again,
I gather my tiny little pieces
A brick upon each brick
Each time, over and over again,
I return to you,
Whole.
“Hiroshima Star People,”
by Abigail George
Hiroshima features like (a thin scar) star
On the radar of a popular television show (a documentary)
In a burst, a mushroom cloud, a forest of white flowers – smoke.
When that terrible
Scar is gone – far flung, sealed,
The art is not to fail to misunderstand those war zones.
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