Who Is It Accusses Us

who is it accusses us of safety as if my family were soldiers instead of hostages, as if the gardens were met not minded with explosive perenies, as if the most common dearh were not by house hold accidents? we have chosen the dangerous life. consider the pale neck of the children under their colored head scarves, the skin around the husbands eys flayed by guilt and promises. You who risks no more than your own skin I tell you house hold goods. and the jealous goods they will cover your window sills with the dust of sunsets: they will poison your secret walls with longing.