Elegy

The poorest bodies
huddle in the dark

as mortar shells
and buildings fall.

No place left
for them to go.

Goodbye, goodbye.
Warn the fish

if you can—
It is winter here.

And it is winter
everywhere.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Hibernal.

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