Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Istanbul, tonight

I haven't seen you but I heard

the screams when the fire
hit the trail

the Bosphorus is a story
tonight red with friends wailing

the news arrived on my phone
when I was dancing to reject life's misery

I turned a blind eye to a black screen
shut my phone without screaming

without failing to feel at my heart
a hospitable character marred by a scar;

a failed system of safety
this is our world now
a cry in the lap of a mother
a city with lost children.

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