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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