6.
I've told you, let's try to sleep in this funny camp
All night pitiless pilotless things go shrieking
above us to somewhere
Don't let your faces turn to stone
Don't stop asking me why
Let's pay attention to our cat she needs us
Maybe tomorrow the bakers can fix their ovens
7.
"We sang them to naps told stories made
shadow-animals with our hands
washed human debris off boots and coats
sat learning by heart the names
some were too young to write
some had forgotten how"
-- Adrienne Rich
{and then a statement from W.S. Merwin, at Sam Hamill's Poets Against The War}
