If you received the letters I wrote
you’ll know that time has placed
a void inside my body,
my house,
my words.
I’ll leave a note in the weeds.
I know nothing about the others
along the route of solitary birds,
birds and ivy
and breaking
on a trunk of trembling wind.
But speaking for those who won’t return
we want you to know
this won’t be the final battle
we wage in your name.