JIRÍ CÊCH

 

Refugees

This run of water running water.
This thin warm thermometer,
temperature warm.

I comfort my aunt and
my heavy difficult father.
My mother is quiet, she
squeezes her pressure
fat and dark dark dark.

So much so many to drown!

          they drown
          they sink
          they flood

Find their way a bit with patience.

          patient
          pliant
          they endure

Say, for instance, you're here, God.
They're yours, you're their creator so
let them teach you how to teach them

          to make calm
          calm down
          die down