made into crosses.
fingerprints
traveling across smooth,
and wrinkled
foreheads.
we stand like mirrors
wearing our small signs
out into the dark world -
small lights
traveling into cold court rooms,
office buildings,
and classrooms.
they wore theirs on battlefields,
on streets,
and in camps -
yellow canvas patches,
stars shining on their dark clothes.
they wore them proudly
and unashamed -
their cross to bear.
they were piled next to their
suitcases,
their shoes,
and their
ashes.
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