second draft

June 17, 2011

It’s pink because the blood is done
but it was there,
haze of sun, blush of sky,
magenta bank of greying clouds.

‘If you had a daughter they took her
if you had a house they burnt it down.’

And screen after screen
is glittering through my living room,
a rose scarf wrapped
around her head.

His eyes are pink
as he talks about his daughter,
his sister, his wife, his friend.

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