A poem a day for 2013 - day 108 - This mountain I cannot not see

There was another poem
It was too sad
I told you before
I am my own worst trigger
But not today
I will not

My head is enough
Even without bombs
Even without the image of Burman Muslim child sucking his dead mother's breast
Burman Muslim child
Sucking his
Dead
Mother's
Breast

And I keep trying to push out this poem about boy meeting girl
Beach wedding
Long linen skirt
Happily ever after
You know

But I'm stuck because
The only poem swimming in my head
Is her lifeless body
Stickied in sand
Her head and still feet
Arms
His fingers holding
Sucking
His
Dead.
Mother's.
Breast.