Silvia says that the world is split into two halves. Them and us, separated by an abyss of cruelty.
They and we, black and white, not gray or other colors.
Them and us, order and disorder.
They and we, journals and open hands.
Them and us, silence and words tumbling out.
Them and us, silence and piercing screams.
Silence and rage.
Silence and centuries of infamy.
They and we, both sides faced. They
in wasteland. We
ours. Earth
sperm and springs.