Echolocation
The forest is darker than the darkness around stars.
To organize things back into shapes & faces, we listen
for where one body ends & another begins. We estimate
& assume. We hope
tracking disembodied voices will someday spell out
the name of the country we’ve lost & forgive
us its trespass. That any animal can see like this!
Can map the world by its wail.
But who needs eyes or hands when everything is burning
darker than a rekindled cross, so dark it’s impossible
to tell one shadow from another; what could be a ghost
or predator or prey calling us back
to a home we’ve never left.
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