A Poem for Syria

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's poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction have appeared in numerous journals and zines. Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her flash, "Elvis Too," was nominated for the 2017 Write Well Award by Brilliant Flash Fiction. Her poetry chapbooks are JEWEL FIRE (AllBook Books, 2011), SILENCE HAS A NAME (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and her poetry collection, AUTUMN RUMORS, was recently accepted by CW Books and is scheduled for publication next fall. Read other articles by Arya F., or visit Arya F.'s website.