on exceptions & pageantry

There have been no words for Mother’s Day. I can’t stop thinking of the boy flung from one building to the rooftop to another. His uncomprehending face, hands shaking, words inaudible. The countless clips of starving children, their impossible huge eyes and visible bones. The newly circulated surveillance footage from last year of a handcuffed and blindfolded detainee, clearly being assaulted as three soldiers flimsily to conceal the scene with their shields.