Daughters of Aleppo

A

one way

Arrow, the

world’s lust,

Anesthetized

While black robed

They scurried in tides

Along the narrow streets.

White washed

In cross hairs

As myrrh 

Crumbled

In my hands,

From a land

Where trees

Are scored

For healing,

 Seeping amber

While you

My sisters

Spill crimson ocre

On the sand

© M. G. Iannucci 2016

This poem was inspired by Afzal Moolla’s poem “As Aleppo Burns”. Click the title to read.

Photo: Aleppo After Barrel Bomb

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