On Grief
She held up the book.
“You introduced me to him,
when we read this book.”
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“In this book, he spoke
about loving the stranger.
I took this to heart.”
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“But, you turn your eye
away from him to say to
me: they aren’t welcome here.”
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“In this book, he says
love your neighbor as yourself,
while you cry for singing,
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“and cheer on those who
would murder folks in the street
and refuse the blame.”
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She rips the book up.
Choking on tears, she says, “you
have betrayed me; I feel just
red, white, and blue death.”