This morning we woke up to find
our cat had bit a mouse in half.
I never saw her kill before.
So now I’m sure there is a spirit in the air.
I worry that the earth’s collected pain
has reached a rolling boil.
But then I think of some three thousand souls
They will add their spirits to the air.
They were not warriors,
but workers in words and numbers.
They did not die with a curse on their lips.