- Kristiana Roemer
Home Is Where The Hurt Is
Updated: Jan 21, 2018

Sending a silent hymn
to a quiet cave still haunted.
An old distorted kin
keeps the child in its crib
and lets it weep.
Keeps it lit with a dream
so solemnly dim.
Time to gather the nest
of memories ruefully taunted
and finally lay it in an alley.
What a thrill of consolation
when a small history has died.
A victory over a nation
only you carry inside.
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