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Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 2 by RO

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Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 2 by RO - Contemporary Folk music cover art

Night Boats: A Rohingya Lament 2

Contemporary Folk

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Soft piano, the single cello hums. Rain on tin, a distant frame drowned like a
steady breath. Under Tepaling eaves the lanterns swing, dull as blown-out moons.
Children fold soup in a cupped hand, steam fogs the narrow paths, tents press close like
held-breath runes. Mud carries footprints away. A boat waits at the river lip, a patched rubber heart,
a rope knotted with names. Remember our names. Remember our names.
I count the seams in the coat I kept for him, the thread thin from ending. 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 a roof. My child sleeps with a small stone,
for a pillow we move between shack points, where lights glance off barbed wire,
where 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 inked water, oars stitch the silence,
monsoon fingers pry at seams, tarpaulin mouths snap and glisten with the first cold.
A woman draws water from her pumper, 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 chalks names on a scrap of wood, so rain will read them too.
I hold a lamp like a tiny sun and wish it keeps 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 enough to make the lanterns listen.
Remember our notes. Remember our names.
Wind over the camp, breathes the inventory of the lost and the kept.
Lamp's quinkery plays a long, thin sorrow. The cello bows the last word.
Keep our names in the quiet between storms. Let them be spoken as if they are shelter.
Remember our names. Remember our names.
Remember our names.
Remember our names.
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