Priya Grace 

 

And while the Quadcopter bullets
pierced empty stomachs 

and the people ground animal
feed into concrete  

bread, we boycotted 
most days, watched most   

of the videos as our children smiled 
at the sky and waved to airplanes  

in America. I watched the first snowfall 
of El Niño year from my teenage bedroom  

while The Gospel assessed collateral,
then turned houses to stone  

Legos. While water bottles 
overflowed with sea water. Forgive us—  

far away our favorite alibi.