I can see the little boy at least in pictures

Remember the intensity of his convictions

Not just about his uncut hair

More than that

some heroes were totally still there

When others had definitely been lost

What room is there in cartoon grief for the stolid belief in resurrection?

“We thought we had lost you…“

Strange to acknowledge the terrible loneliness

Touching the dying

Eschewing even the husk of the vine

I miss each of the children

Wish I could do something as simple as shave my head to

Bring them all back.

Numbers 6