stare at indiscernible
stars

furtive and mute
(though not necessarily
dumb or with an innocent

look) --- that face
frequently furnishing puzzles:
there's no solution

they are common
they are ordinary
they are everyday
life/lives

on the streets begging
for absolution
for their apathy

starving, craving
gestures, voices, courage
kneeling, praying
Jesus, Ave Marias, Amens

silently:
they were never
heard

for god is with the other people
for god is within the other people
for god are the other people
for the other people are god.

so they stare at indiscernible stars
so they stay innocent and mute
so they bear the broken pieces

but they are there:
they are you
they are me.