The Suffering Yard

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“Children afraid of the night…” Auden

For Syria

Hurt and grief linger
like sad tattoos burned
into wasting flesh.
The long afterlife
of loss stretches
across the land.
Shadows darken
even as light fails.
Small lives lost in
the murky twilight
of a filthy world.
Rubble of hope.
Ruined ruins.
Deepening gloom.
Thwarted dreams.
Prisons of despair.
The soul’s Auschwitz.
Children anticipating.
Delicate vessels.
Urns awaiting ashes.

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