Invocation for the Disappeared in a Time of War - Devreaux Baker

[Lawrence Robinson]

Invocation for the Disappeared in a Time of War

I bring him back this morning, the baker, 
with his smell of yeast, with the rise and fall 
of his hands creating loaves.

The teacher I bring back with her stacks of papers, 
the freshly written stories of her students, 
her yellow pencils in the alabaster cup. 

I bring back the newborn twins who disappeared 
from their mother’s arms, their hands the size 
of hummingbirds, their twin smiles. I lift them over
the arch of war and settle them in their woven swing.

I bring back the grandmothers and grandfathers
humming their ancestor songs, scattering stories 
of life and love, until all of us are together once again 
in this house we all share.

	- Devreaux Baker
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