Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Night Burial in Homs

She was just eight years old, 
thin wisp in a canvas shroud, 
easy to carry in the night

as he slipped by snipers
hurried through
the killing lanes 
to the grave,
scrapped gravel
over her head 
and paused to offer
her innocent soul
to Allah,

when shots snapped,
and he fell.

Now father and daughter 
together lay, no longer 

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