O war!
Fucking war!
Tearing homes asunder!
Ripping happy lives apart.
Opening the terror cracks
of despair!
And still they come!
Still they come.
Relentless!
Moving on and on!
Missiles flying out!
Blasting near!
Blasting far!
Night lights of horror across the
gasping land,
and booming, rumbling,
breaking silence as an omen
of what’s to come.
Death is too near!
Life is too dear!
But I shall give it as
my gift to this wonder:
this weeping place,
my blessed trembling home
from which I will not retreat.
O war!
O fucking war!
Families fleeing!
Children wrapped
against the cold.
Huddled close to
their mother’s breast.
Parting! Parting.
Final kisses.
Desperate hugs!
Last touches, and tears
not near enough to break the
Tyrant’s heart.
Loaded in trains and miles
of cars heading out here
and there to. god knows where–a winding
sea of fleeing fear and loss
across no man’s land,
hardly seen, not really heard,
uncertain, despair, disbelief.
Bleeding wounds,
bleeding hearts.
Sadness etched on faces as
the terror force grows close.
Bodies lying!
Disfigured. Litter.
Someone’s son. Collateral.
Blood stained roads and grotesque.
buildings, burnt out blackened
wrecks of vehicles
and hasty barricades to keep
the terror out, the hordes away.
Textures in a land defaced.
Keep them out! Keep them out!
Such a hope as this with national pride
the guiding light to a future darker
than the darkest right.
O war,
fucking war.
What is this knife that
has struck my heart?
For Ukraine
3/3/2022