The busy chatter of birds
enters with the morning light –
sun already bright and blinding
heat already sticky and stifling –
through the open door
filtered through the stained glass window
down the stairs for reflection
into the room where I stand.
I have never seen human skulls before,
but what strikes me the most
[in this silence]
is that when bodies are just bones
it is impossible to separate
between Hutu and Tutsi.