To the boy in the ambulance,
i understand your silence,
what it means to have seen more than sound can explain,
i understand eyes that have seen more than eyes were meant for,
i understand how someone can lose the ability to be surprised,
how the sound of falling bombs can be just background noise,
how crumbling houses and exploding bodies can be just another Monday morning,
i understand the silence in your bones,
how your bleeding head does not count,
how the fact that you are seating at the back of an ambulance on a Wednesday night,
refuses to bring tears,
i understand your silence little boy,
but what does understanding do for broken bones and headless bodies?
what does prayer do for missing limbs?
– Chika Jones