Nghia Vy is a former "cloistered brother" and has been free for 17 years. During that time, he went to school to be a dog groomer and also worked for Sister Ruth in the Hope Chest. That is, until he got a letter from ICE. The following poem speaks what happened.
Nghia Vy's Deportation
Time stays the same
as usual--always.
Nghia helping customers
find their treasures
Nghia who trained our dogs
to sit and stay.
Nghia who prayed rosaries
for all--far and near
Nghia who said "blessed,"
instead of "happy"
Nghia who spread love,
not hate and fear.
Nghia who paid taxes
and obeyed laws.
Then came the letter from ICE
to appear for a hearing.
Fear took over our thoughts
suddenly--abruptly.
Passed from state to state,
from prison to prison.
Nghia was stolen away.
Unfair! A good man!
Guantanamo, Panama, Yemen:
deportation somewhere.
Vietnam the final destination.
Due process be damned!
Last week we learned
Nghia is dead.
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