You mark this song, this horror Of syllable as eye Witness to impalpable harm, ex Nihilo crucible of Further waste - turn now, read The shades of hade
He is forever trapped
who suffers his own waste.
Rain leaching the earth for lack
of roots to hold it
and children who are murdered
before their lives begin.
– Audre Lorde
Whatever cries and changes, lives and reaches
Across the threshold of sense; I know the piercing name;
– Muriel Rukeyser