For My Poet Friends in Fukushima

In requiems for the dead
and prayers for the living,
the voices of poets
rise and reverberate
from the wasteland
of Fukushima
defying a silence
broken only
by the caw of crows
and the clanging
of metal in the breeze.

On the winds of hope
their words arrive
on American soil.
Like seeds, their truth
will be sown in the hearts
of people who,
in a unified plea,
also speak against
the nuclear demon
that must be vanquished
to keep all people safe.

©2014 Leah Stenson

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