Of death

This prayer was done amidst the women on the streets who were taking care of their hair and painting toenails in that street  

Of death
At least twenty bottles
Of nail polish on the floor
She sits with her friend
Even as her mother
Shows me where the bullets
Come through her broken wall

Hope in the place of death
Color where color has drained away
Painting beauty where there has
Been so much ugliness

God help us always to
Walk with the
Hope of this
Toenail painting