Saturday, January 25, 2014

colder in Syria

The sun is edging thru the trees towards my house,
red bud is ablaze, the west follows in a slow wrap
compressing the almost zero air into the bowl
(the coldest time of day down here).

Families in Syria refugee camps
without enough blankets,
too many displaced, dead.
Come on world.

I imagine an octogenarian weaponless troop
marching thru the streets in bright colors
with masks of God
to die
until there
is justice.

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