Visitors Wear Brown

In Germany, they sat for dinner
with crystal, silver, cloth. The
music on the radio was Wagner.

The trains roared by and when
they passed, the silence blessed
the men who chatted over brandy.

When the trains stopped and the
door opened, silent riders stepped
off and went quietly to their deaths.

In America, we sit in front of the
TV watching (name a sport) while
munching on sweet and salty snacks.

At the border, desperate mothers
and fathers long for their babies’
cries but there is only silence.

There is a loud knock on the doors
of the homes of people watching
TVs now muted. Visitors wear brown.

For the moment, there is just silence.

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