by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Again last night as we slept,
the babies,
were falling from the sky.
So many of them–
eyes wide as darkness,
glowing lifeless palms.
The dogs crooned their coming. The owls
flew up to them
on great dusty wings.
And all over the world
from beds hollow as boats
children held up their silent scarred hands.
From Leaving Yuba City
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