It was close,
far too close,
but instead they took our neighbors.
You know, the “others” we hardly knew.
At least they took them and not us too.
It was close again,
and then again and again,
until they came for us in the middle of the night.
We cried out, but there was no one to hear our call.
While we were safe—they’d taken them all.
©February 2017, June 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne