poem

I read this poem yesterday in the circle. It's by Justin Lowery. I'll let it speak for itself:

Weeping

A village in the Himalayas

Is flooded

By the tears of a god

For a girl

Whose arm leaks the venom

Of a Japanese hornet,

And for a man who

Clings to his only son

Pale and cold.

But who weeps for you,

The cancer growing slowly

Behind your left ear?

Is there a god who knows Your name

And remembers

When you broke your arm

On the kitchen tile

Running from the man

Your mother married?


You could try singing to him.