Refugees

 

Innocence walks the small deserted streets,
gashed gray ruins, a random wandering orphan.
The clock in the square has no hands.
Rats at the end of the alleys eat their dead,

the grind of their teeth in the flesh
the only interruption in the humid afternoon silence.
No more drive-by, no carts full of plague
long gone to shallow graves and cried over,

not the car bombings, no Jihad,
only crippled insurgents, limbless occupiers,
and in the quiet brick and limestone,
in the trash, the mud and slime,

everything quietly waits for the nocturnal,
the gutters to run clear and shadows begin to crawl
as Innocence tries again to sneak in, to root,
to find an infant footing.

3 comments

  1. Hi Craig

    Compelling and so beautifully crafted this poem that intensely depicts the tragic fate and circumstances of refugees, especially young children. I can vividly feel this scene; it haunts and penetrates deeply. Those ending lines echo with great impact and show the desperation and perhaps in some odd way the determination of the human spirit to survive.

    everything quietly waits for the nocturnal,
    the gutters to run clear and shadows begin to crawl
    as Innocence tries again to sneak in, to root,
    to find an infant footing.

    Thank you for sharing,
    my best
    Wendy

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  2. Well-crafted, Craig. It hurts to think about this topic, especially when thinking of the gut-level ache of the children. I agree with Wendy about those ending lines which encircle the deep pain.

    Jan

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  3. Quite painful and poignant, Craig.
    Love the image of the waiting for
    the gutters to run clear and the shadows to crawl.

    Much enjoyed.
    Kerri

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