This snapshot was written two years ago.
Okay, so, it’s a road.
It looks more like a battlefield, littered with the remains of the fallen.
Many tree people, brush people, insect people, bird people, and animal people
who were alive yesterday morning are not alive today.
My throat aches from screaming each time one fell.
I screamed because they could not.
Mom and I chanted to bless their spirits on
and my chest feels like my heart has been ripped out.
This is something that has been done and can never be undone.
So now, how do we heal?