I Heard The News Today, Oh Boy

I note, fascinated, that
TV prophets cheerfully tender
the day’s torments,
as though yesterday left no scars,
no rusty bloodstains on the streets
of Kabul.

The sun has been swept under
a cement cloud.

Why chance a morning walk
when crawling will do?

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

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