" Luhansk"

      

the Grads scream and thump in the distance .. dark smoke plumes rise
automatic rifle chatter cracks, mechanical dread; tanks and BMP's roar through



crumbled concrete, burned cracks and warped iron, photographs and glass
fallen chairs and strewn papers, missing walls, windows gone.. blown roofs show the sky
dinner table set, rotting meat and crystal filled wine
feel the rain hitting the floor, smudged letters of another time
vacant vacuum but the pall, melted toys smile grotesquely  
ghost of far, a feeling of previous lives, pain absorbed
closer succumbs a home before, eerie is the smell of decay.. crawls the loss of family
broken loops replay, reoccur.. dark stains to wood and asphalt
shredded shades flap, charred cars hug the street black
half packed bags, bloody shoes and clothes.. a skinny dog whines outside confused
splintered wood, collapsed buildings, smoldering neighborhoods
no longer here, no sound, but imprinted fear.. with the wind that war blew