poetry

checking the names

checking the names

my index finger ticks down the names
and finds another family I know

but more than that, there’s the grief
distilled in the very action

so many fingers traced down so many lists
stopped and shaken by what they touch

or who they learn they’ll not touch again
such hope and desperation in this act

caressing the lines that make the letters
that spell out someone’s fate

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