For the son with an absent father,
For the father with an absent son
A grave, a road, a stone heart,
Show mercy today.
For the widows who water grave flowers,
Who look down the paths with dying hopes,
Whose sons like spectres, angels with noses, eyes and ears that call to memory tremors,
In empty houses where cool winds blow,
And the beds have unused spaces,
Lost for words and out of tears,
Show your mercy today.