Nothing has changed,

I still feel the gravity, the grave

of the three

in the morning shadow

that I have had since childhood

that all I know and love, those

to whom I have sheltered,

will all be vaporised in a minute

as bombs rain down

over our heads.

I once imagined

it would be amongst those envied

for why would you consider

living

like that, in amongst the rubble and burning

fires, the smell of death and putrid

dissolving water, now as I feel

they are closing ranks

once more,

I know I would want to live,

just to prosecute them

for killing us all,

one by one by

one by one…

 

Ian D. Hall 2016