Response to Warsan Shire’s “Snow”

That night

That night was his morning
The night that your father was with your mother;
His day dawned on her.
At least this time,
he was shooting the stars into her sky
And not his bullets
This time, he was drunk with red wine
And not with blood .
This time, he was truly free
Free from the ring of death.
Free to take every breath

Tochi