This is where tenderness resides.
Even if the heart in its silence
sinks within the city like stone –
know that this is the tender point.

Hold my hand in this world.
I saw a mother talking hatred to her child,
exterminating with words,
I saw a building collapse into dust,
slowly, floor by floor –
how we need mercy,
how we need so to soothe.

When the night closes on an unkissed nape
it is beyond healing: each choking
of every throat has but one cure,
see, it's so simple,
it's the point.