LAMENT
“My mouth is stretched –
A soundless wail of anguish
For the sorrows of the world
An eye into hell
In the corner of my room
Cry out your lamentations
Prostrate yourselves
And weep, and weep, and weep.”
I wrote this poem long ago, but I am revisiting it now for Ukraine. What’s happening there is inconceivable.
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