In another world I want to be a father without passing through the eternal insanity of mourning my children experiencing ritual watching children return home as bodies folded like prayer mat spending nights telling them stories hometown where natives become aliens searching for shelter. watch grow recite name their homeland Lord’s Prayer frolic in streets being hunted animals bush mobbed death. tame grasshoppers field play with dolls living room inhale fragrance flowers waving wind blows see birds measure sky wings.