Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed— and they had no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors— and they had no comforter. Ecclesiastes 4:1 The image fractures. What I witness no longer obeys what I was taught to see. A country consecrated to poverty, death, and silence. A sacred heart to feed the hungry. Women restrained in golden cages. let the others be buried Power learns to speak in the language of salvation. The institution blesses what it should mourn. God becomes distant. Or worse: present, and unbearable.