Lonely rectangles
Squeeze our souls
Stacked one on top of another
Slid into moveable vessels
Stationary now

Filled with us
The new interstate cargo
Rooted to this spot
No place to go

Or left to sit at the altar
Replace pews of worship
For logs of sorrow

We hear your tears
Drift silently
Through shields that
Did not protect us
May not protect you

But wear them
For life
For hope
That you do not
Become us

One day you may touch again
As wet foam
Trails against powdered shore
As sun kisses horizon
On a fire-filled morning sky
You may feel
The flesh of others

At that moment of ecstasy
Please remember us
In our cold
Thinking of you