They All Fall Down
Their mouths are full
of dust. The concrete
mountains buckle
and split, the floors
beneath them cracking
like bones, behind them
a trail of floating doves'
feathers suddenly catching
the attention of the children.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
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3 comments:
your words are powerful.
on target, Maureen. Beautifully focused-- xxj
the taste of war ...
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