There are always Hannas in wars
wars existed before her name—-
like clay, was shaped by mouths
in different lands and vernaculars
—-ripe in the kiln,
to be shattered by the killings
Hanna
was whispered by fathers
by mothers, torn from a sister,
a brother…
There was a war without Hanna,
she left
and took the battlements
between her breast
like a secret
and learned that it could
fence a garden.
