The sky
is a mailbox
overflowing with prayers
Why don’t they reach God?
Don’t you know the way to Him?
When your water falls
onto a dove’s nest
are you feeding the little ones
or have you become
a machine of war?
What did they give you
to make you one of them?
And how much must we pay
for you to stop this death?
Stop raining
Stop carrying letters
and planes
We don’t want anything
except this
Deliver our mothers’ prayers
to GodEmpty the mailbox all at once
Scatter our feelings across your clouds
The war might not end
but maybe
just maybe
the rain
will feel shame
before the crumbs
of a mother’s heart
