by julia kolchinsky dasbach

My people know how to hold light

in their mouths, how to keep it safe


until it fades to whisper or prayer.

Now say: Amen


until you can tell the difference.

My people are light and bone


and when god opened his mouth

to say: Amen    


they must have leapt off his tongue,

unchosen and nameless


beyond any blessing and song


A previous version of this poem appeared in Guernica