War, Remembrance
So this is how it begins:
A rain of rubble
From the sky,
A field seeded
with grief,
A five sided fire.
Ten years and still
We strain to understand
A rain from high aeries,
Covering the country
In the silence of sadness
And grief.
How does it end, and when?
We turn again inward,
Searching our hearts
To discern how hatred
Rains like feathers
From the sky.
