Day 172

Suppose we came back as ghosts asking the unasked questions….
(Adrienne Rich)

Listen to the voices of those
who died sleeping in their beds
who died sitting in their rooms
who died walking by the way
who died stepping down their stairs
who died standing in line for food
who died talking to their sisters
who died holding their infants
who died running to save their children—
they hover among the living, the barely living
Their words are carried on the wind
The cries, the anger, the questions
they never got to ask
The air around the fallen buildings 
gray as concrete, not empty, populated