The Letter from James Foley

after Melissa Bloch’s NPR interview with Diane Foley, August 28, 2014

Sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night
he spoke the letter slowly,
the same words in the same order,
a living testament
He spoke the letter slowly
while his friend Daniel memorized
a living testament
from the desert of captivity
While his friend Daniel memorized
every word, every detail
from the desert of captivity
the mother and father waited and waited to hear—
every word, every detail
would come as a gift
the mother and father waited and waited to hear—
something, anything
would come as a gift
from the son they hadn’t wanted to go back to Syria—
something, anything—
last words
from the son they hadn’t wanted to go back to Syria,
the only words he could offer,
last words,
over and over … In the dark cell, the same words,
the only words he could offer,
this litany of all he loved,
over and over, in the dark cell, the same words
so they might bring him back as if from the dead—
this litany of all he loved,
the same words in the same order
so they might bring him back as if from the dead
sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night