Neatly folded up and locked away,
the words that whisper shame around the earth
as signatory nations seek to hide
their impotence as Sarajevo burns.
And Elahah awoke and, looking down
at smoking rubble and her body, still
and broken under fallen masonry,
knew peace had come to her if not to all.
Returning to a voice that seemed to come
from half remembered tales of long ago
she asked the patient figure by her side
to take her to her father once again.
And leaving fear to perish with the dead,
she smiled at last, and placed her hand in his.