Sarajevo

Her white dress stained red

from her missing arm,

she saw her father and dog

lying next to her.

Her face so pretty, only 15,

I wish I was there to dress her wounds

as she looks into a camera,

pleading for help.

I’d bury her father and puppy

if only it would bring her peace.

There is no other face I could stare at

and know that there is hope.

People run from Sniper Alley

where the dead still bear arms.