For Bangladesh and Korea

On August 3, 2014,
a ferry sank in Bangladesh,
I heard the mothers’ screams
half a world away.

On April 16, 2014,
a ferry sank in Korea,
I heard the mothers’ sobs
half a world away.

When a ferry sinks
we will cry out loud.
But the drowned children
are forever silenced

by gulping saltwater
instead of their mothers’ milk.
They are rigid against steel
instead of cuddled in their mothers’ arms.

They will never take
another breath
from the air
that shakes with our wails.

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