Poetry – The Camera Pans

The Camera Pans

By Dahn Shaulis

The camera pans onto the damaged street

to women holding onto photos
of their heroes,
and the women weep out loud:
Though they do not look like us, we think,
as we see them cry;
we see the faithful women, who just hope to see
remains of their families, buried in the dust
and rubble
But we do not hear them whisper
Though they do whisper “so it must be,”
and they name their future children
after fallen heroes buried in the dust
Yes, it is the will of God, they think
And “by God’s will so it must be.”
And so, it will always be.