The TV news broadcasts
images of Syrian babies born premature
in the midst of bombs and war
struggling to survive.
Stick limbs.
The doctor attending to them
beseeching a reporter
to tell their story and crying out for those
who can't cry out for themselves.
Sunny day.
Sweeping the clouds away.
On their way to where the air is sweet.
Can you tell them how to get
How to get to Sesame Street?
Won't someone tell them?
Anyone.
God?
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