A Poem for Syria
by Arya F. Jenkins / April 16th, 2017
Where once humans
Splayed full of love in
Contemplation of
Nature under a limitless sky
Before an unspoiled sea
They now cramp full of
Poison that does not
Let them breathe in
Paroxysms of fear and grief while
Waves ripple toward them
Full of darkness.
Rolling their eyes to heaven
They search for peace
They cannot find
Other hands other voices
To comfort them
The only sure thing is death
Instead of god
Instead of justice
In place of kindness
There is only blowing sand
Singing the world’s sadness
Burying more losses.
Arya F. Jenkins is a Colombian-American poet and writer whose poems have appeared in many journals and zines, most recently Hawaii Pacific Review, Jerry Jazz Musician, OyeDrum Magazine and Reverie Magazine. Poetry is forthcoming in The Ekphrastic Review and The Bookends Review. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has been widely anthologized. She is the author of four poetry chapbooks, a short story collection, Blue Songs in an Open Key (Fomite Press), and a novel, Punk Disco Bohemian (NineStar Press). Her latest poetry chapbook is Singing in the Dark (Alien Buddha Press, 2022).
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This article was posted on Sunday, April 16th, 2017 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
