Flight MH17

Blood is falling from the sky
leaving earth crimson stained.
Egyptian plagues in mid-July
in apocalyptic strains.

It’s been raining every day
(God’s tears falling in the West)
on the village where I stay
while blood flows from the East.

The rain, the blood, the tears still run
subsumed in light of rising sun.

July 2014 | Village Mykulychyn, Ukraine

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