All The Murdered
Daisies
Martha, you are gentle
Holding daisies by the doorway
Behind you the little screen
Showing Damascus awash in bullets
I would take a picture here
Had you not blinked from the sounds
Drowning out the song of your birds
Who would land on your balcony in the early morning
To await your feed
Light near your hand and
Force themselves not to come closer
The sparrow you saved
Blind in one eye, lived his life
in your room
Now, I, long past the airport
Turn to my own little screen
Showing your brothers dying
Your sisters’ blood spilling over
Martha, I told you to pray for your people
I will pray for mine
We were caught in a pendulum of opposites
Though you were
split by the swing
I am awaiting its return
When your people may pity me
I am sorry, Martha
I was sleeping late
There was no time for kindness