Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Who? (Poem 310)

Who 
can I say 
goodbye to 
after 
the barrel 
burstsWhen 
my mouth is empty 
of names, whose 
pain should I 
lament? 
When the dull ache 
of iron flattens 
the wind-creased 
February night, 
who 
can I cry for, whose 
shattered fragments 
should I gather in 
my thin nylon skirt, whose 
shards glue together 
in my vain efforts 
to reconstruct 
a hard-lost life? 
When galaxies weep, 
and the very stars, 
like shimmering shrapnel, 
rain down 
on peaceful dreams, 
on furtive love, 
on heated words 
that cannot be 
recalled, 
who
tell me
who
can I say 
goodbye to?

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six


Azaz, Syria 
(Photo: Scott Bob, VoA News, via Wiki Commons)