at funerals the hands of mourners
emptying and regretful
we clasp each other's for peace
sincerity is everywhere
in continuum in extremis
the latest suicide bomb
as a sample of proof
the latest military assault
as an armed conviction
each broken life preserving
the chain of violence
between witness and act
the infinite techno eyes
of satellites never asleep
their indifference a sky
weighted with metal stars
and what the safe telescopes capture
might only be distant light
but clever lenses can be confused
about a source as by hope
its bright winged milligrams
persistent as a galaxy
and how could glass enlarge enough
on the terror or the grief
or on the strewn bodies who lifeless
can most deter or spur the living
un-ironic and true the pincers
of crabs could be truce flags
we pass each other like evidence
on carrion ground
the brutal of what is killed
and what is grown