10 October, 2008

Stepping lightly o’er the rubble
Walls and monuments, and dreams
Brought down by friend or foe?
As if it mattered.
The dying mens’ screams
Give voice to the silent recrimination
Of the landscape, tattered
As the vision of hope
In a condemned man’s eyes.

   -JS McAnarney, 2008

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