Aleppo
A father sings to his son,
dead two days,
and the platitudes persist.
Widow of night. Lantern’s trick.
What trace, you wonder,
exists of humanity in these etched
walls? Light bleeds through a crack
like rules unheeded and scattered.
Another sheer looming of hours.
The song, continued.
“Aleppo” was first published in Vox Populi in August 2018. I am grateful to editor Michael Simms for his continuing support of my work.
O at the Edges 
Haunting and poignant.
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Thanks, Lynne. This one could bear many titles, alas.
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haunting
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Thank you, Barbara. By the way, I found this comment in my spam folder. I don’t know why it was there, but thought you should know.
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heartbreaking
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Thank you, Beth.
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light bleeds though a crack – brilliant
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Thanks very much!
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