Random Thoughts

Tank Treads

Tank tracks grind through our city and streets
not built to withstand this abuse
crushing our sidewalks' gently bricked slopes
absently destroying the traffic controls
we built

Rockets tear through the cool morning air
leaving our windows no more
eventually the wind will blow away all the
ashes only ashes, where once we had doors
and walls

Enough stories of stone and stories of steel
what of the lives they've come to unheel
to manage, to govern, to tax, and to pray
to free in their way, in force to enslave

From dust we're rebuilding, decades will pass
waiting til our world is at rest
the simplest of words that launched this
and people like us, we'll see what is best
and worst

An old man with a gramophone stares
out across the sunset square
what's left of his fourth-floor apartment
tobacco broken pipe, Mozart in the air
roll over Beethoven

Tank treads are grinding up our city


Obstructed View: Victory Is For Lovers

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An Old Man With His Gramophone

This image is by Joseph Eid, from "The music over the ruins of Aleppo" a March 15 2017 article he created for L'Agence France-Presse (AFP). I encourage you to visit and read it.

I cropped his photograph here for my own dramatic reasons.

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