Friday, November 24, 2023

Thoughts Chafe At My Memory...

 Thoughts Chafe At My Memory...

The year 2020 crawled, devouring many lives

Recollecting, I find it difficult to write

Each morning the death toll rose

Wrapped up bodies in plastics draped over rubble, 

Banged into each other. Bones and blood sweetened the scents.

It was the time for vultures to toss bodies in air like rag dolls 

And carry them towards Van Gogh’s  Starry starry night.

Dark, hungry eyes darted between the branches, 

Flew piercing sanguinary darkness …

Loved ones crawled under the shadow of those big flying wings

My eyes joined those thousands….

Watching that slow, inexorable flight!

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