By throat is how we arrived

      A cradle in voice

      A passion & command

 
      By hands is how we arrived

      A touch

      Skin rising, cringing,

      Churning of a bullet

 
      By force is how we arrived

      Scrapes & bruises

      blood dripping & empty

 
      By train is how we arrived

      With prayer in our veins

      With thirst & bloody lips

      Trembling

 
      By knife is how we arrived

      A rip & tear

      A cut & puncture

      A sliced womb

 
      By love is how we arrived

      A fragrance & warmth

      An acceptance, by chance

      By death is how we arrived

      A scalpel & trash bin

      A plastic blanket lullaby

      A rope

 
      By miracle is how we arrived

      A quiet river

      A safe crossing

      A push

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