What we saw

What we saw

through a lens

focal length

ten millimeters

from the heart

every kind

of madness

the struggle

to convert the ineffable

to image

eyes shuttered

all the things

we cannot bear

to see

breath's absence

on the road

to be

witness

to its disappearance

to beg forgiveness

because we are

just passing through

body or moral injury

do not differ

even by degree

the wound

is ours

for life

in the beginning,

did we imagine

only love?

the wind

opens its throat

and sighs