SURRENDER i

 
 

And then

thunder
 

the echo
 

bombs kill babies.

What do trees know?

Wind carries screams
vacant streets
nightmares for dreams.

Children?

We have none so far.

Childhood flees a wartime mother’s home,
 

here
 

in her arms
 

where all conflict begins

 

to end.



And You?

 

You wept flat on your back
under a storm cloud

 

free

while oblivion whistled

 

 
 

note: 

Posted for Refugee Day 2018 and written summer 2013 while contemplating U.S. – led intervention in the Syrian Civil War. As well, rapture that can be experienced even as other bodies rupture and madness experienced nonetheless when children go slaughtered and deprived because adults are unable or unwilling to ensure everyone's basic needs. 

If we're fighting, we've already lost the war.