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}