No Words

I have no words.

I see reports of immigrants taken
from homes, from jobs, from hospital,
and I have no words.

I read orders erasing my identity,
wiping my rights away one by one,
and I have no words.

I watch headlines of raised tarriffs,
fired officials,
leaked personal information,
crashing planes,
and I have no words.

I hear the cries
of people fearing,
crying,
hurting,
dying,
and I have no words.

There are no words
for atrocities such as this.
They all fall flat,
too hollow,
too frail.

And so I watch, read, listen, and mourn,
wordless in the torrent,
hoping it passes swiftly,
fearing it may not pass at all.

I have no words
for the cruelty with which
we now live.

Hi, I'm Lindsay Wardell!

I am a programmer, writer, and mother. I work as a Senior Software Engineer at Mangomint. I write and talk about Elm, Vue, Vite, and other tools that I enjoy learning about and using.