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Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 1 by RO

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Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 1 by RO - Contemporary Folk music cover art

Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 1

Contemporary Folk

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Soft piano, the single cello hums rain on tin
The distant frame drum like a steady breath
Under turquoise leaves, the lanterns swing
Dollars blown out moons
Children fold suits into cocked hands
The steam fogs the narrow paths
Tents press close like held breath roofs
Mud carries footprints away
A boat waits at the river lip
A patched rubber heart
A road knotted with names
Remember our names
Remember our names
I count the seams in the coat I kept for him
The thread thin from mending
I say my name into the dark so the wind will carry it back
I am not a number
At night I wake to rain pounding like questions on the roof
My child sleeps with a small stone for a pillow
We move between checkpoints where life's plans are barbed wire
What papers ask for proof of a life we already live
I whisper in my voice we are here and my tongue keeps its word
Remember our names
Remember our names
Boats at midnight push through each water
Oars stitch to silence monsoon fingers
Bright seams turf all in mouth
Snap and glisten with the first cold
A woman draws water from the pump
Her calloused hand remembers other wells
Children tally the stars they can still see
Trading one small story for the next in the market lane
Someone jogs names on a scrap of wood
So rain will read them too
I hold a lamp like a tiny son
And we should keep my father's path
My voice is small it holds our nights
Like a cup holds last night's tea
We have names I say and the sound is brave in us
To make the lanterns listen
Remember our names
Remember our names
Wind over the camp reads the inventory of the lost and the kept
Lamps wink a wreath plays a long thin sorrow
The cello bows their last word
Keep our names in the quiet between storms
Let them be spoken as if they are sheltered
Remember our names
Remember our names
Remember our names
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