Untitled (For Freedom Flotilla) by Mark Gonzales

Untitled (for Freedom Flotilla)
Last night
they were slaughtered as I slept.
Their spines cracked under steel ravens
carrying raptures of ruthlessness.
This morning
there are no words like
beauty/ life/ love/ righteousness/dignity
only fear.
We wonder why
daughters grow up afraid of alleyways
children shake at the midnight whispers of wind
fathers wake at sounds of high pitched whistles
It is painful to dream of flying when
all [...]