in this America we are all separately together we touch each other electronically and spiritually and we plan to all meet in one place for all of us to help all of us and each of us heal
in this America we come together to feed each other to see and hear and feel each other’s grief and to celebrate together our good luck to know and to love one of us who is now all of us
in this America we come together to see each other and seeing we look into each other’s eyes and we hug each other tight
in this America we strive to be together and the death of one of us brings us together into one great room a room older than all of us and above a river that has run and run and run for longer than our kind has breathed
in this America our hearts are battered and sore we come together to feed each other to see each other to hear each other to touch each other to share our grief to weave our spirits together and to heal
in this America we come together to feed each other and outside this room we have all made warm a wet icy storm rages and after our grief has been spent somehow that storm brings us each and every one of us we all hope and some learn by messages safely home