Crossing john sibley williams 22 Tell me what not to do with heaven- faced children torn between parents who are torn apart by a river tearing a long muddy scar into this long & lengthening landscape. Then tell me again why we are the only animal bound by maps, shifting allegiances. Tell me what not to forgive of stars; what skin my skin is forbidden from touching; what heart my heart can- not possibly hold without breaking. Don’t tell me the best way to break a body without damaging the shell. We all know how that story ends. Ask the bridled horses. Ask mothers waiting by docks for warships never to return. Ask any long, cold winter night in any part of any country any child has ever fled to find herself no closer to home. Please tell me what road that begins in ruin ends some- where beautiful.