Only in our cries
Are we truly
One,

In weeping,
Laughter

That
Creep up
Our stomachs
And pull:

Father's embrace
Gripping us all-
Charcoal and chalk dust,
Soot and sweat and blood,

Amalgamation
Of beatified
Sticks and stones,

About a quarter of them
Mine.

I love You.

I'm sorry.