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 
Drawn to the line about light bleeding through cracks … my inner optimist eager to discover in time some light has spread across the many who choose to stay in the dark of suspicion and hatred …
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Let’s hope that more and more light seeps through those cracks!
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