The Unarmed Child

III. Requiem

By Adrian Dunn

This is the anthem for all the little kids 

who wished that they had some time to live. 

This is the an-them for all the little kids 

who wished that they had air to breathe.

This is the an-them ‘cause we didn't care. 

This is the an-them for kids with bullets in their heads. 

This is the anthem, Requiem. 

No more bloodshed. 

No more babies with bullets in their heads. 

No more suffering. 

No more poverty.

No more suffering. 

No more apathy.

I wonder why another kid has to die, 

just because we won't look 'em in the eyes 

and tell them the truth about this world we created, 

This ain't okay. We've all been baited. 

This is the time for us to do better, 

We got-ta come together, '

cause this this ain't okay, this needs our help!

I'm begging you, God.

I'm begging you, God.


V.  Bird on a Wire

By Shantel Sellers

In winter the stars fell like snow,

Scattered and broken

With nowhere to go,

And I held your breath while you slept, 

Dreaming the way sparrows dream

When the spring tides are rising

And even the old stones wear green.

There’s a bird on a wire

Watching over an empty nest,

And it’s me hanging there

Still waiting for something, I guess.

I’m watching through windows

Days I thought that I’d never see,

Then the wild wind rises

And I feel you here next to me.

That winter soon passed

Like all of the seasons before.

Time shrugged off its coat

And left muddy boots at the door.

I walked in green fields,

Swept up in violet reverie,

But the moment was frozen

Because winter never left me.

I can’t unbreak the stars

Or paint them back into the sky.

I can’t turn back the arrow

Or even figure out why.

The days come and go

And all of the seasons will change,

But this season is yours

And it’s here that I’ll write your name.


VI. To Avielle, On Her Fifth, Sixth Birthday

By Shantel Sellers

The glorious stories once written or sung, 

Fantastical, mystical, and true, 

Leave marks on the heart, and then they live on, 

And this is the story of you. 

When Maeve gave a wave and Efford waved back, 

You knew them and called them by name. 

You played in the shade of the dappling leaves, 

In the yard by the house down the lane. 

You laughed when you passed the gargoyles lair, 

You charmed them and sang them to life. 

They awoke and they spoke of fishes and stars, 

And archers, and fairies in flight, 

And this is the story of you.

When Maeve gave a wave and Efford waved back, 

You knew them and called them by name. 

They stretched out their limbs to hold you again, 

As sunlight washed over the lane. 

We spin your story on and on, 

Firewords! Firewords! 

A magical heart, and mighty one, 

Firewords! Firewords! 

It need not be long to speak to the strong. 

I will remember you! 

I will.


VII. Lux Aeterna

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,

Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine

Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum:

Qui pius es.

VIII. Come to Me in the Silence of the Night 

By Christina Rossetti based on the poem, “Echo”

Come to me in the silence of the night;

Come in the speaking silence of a dream;

Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright

As sunlight on a stream;

Come back in tears,

O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,

Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,

Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;

Where thirsting longing eyes

Watch the slow door

That opening, letting in, lets out no more.


Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live

My very life again tho' cold in death:

Come back to me in dreams, that I may give

Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:

Speak low, lean low

As long ago, my love, how long ago.