Had she stayed
Had she not stepped up
Into the train that carried them down
From the hills to the plane
Home through Rangoon and Vientiane
She would know that
In the cripple's mouth after he spat
At them at the standing boxcars
O Lord Shiva on Mount Kailash
Ocean of Mercy Remover of Delusion
Protect me I surrender
Elizabeth T. Gray Jr.
Beloit Poetry Journal Spring 2014
Copyright © 2014 by Elizabeth T. Gray Jr.
All rights reserved.
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