After Bombings, Then Return

Why could the world not stop
When a street is a shell?
Why could a hand not fall
When the ear is present at the birth of a sun?

My sister fell into ruin
My house was set on fire by the enemy

I walked outside my house
There was the earth

Back to the beginning,
A resounding step,
Back to a dreaded, familiar question.


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Oliver Hunter, 2007