1754_Aleppo_Drummond

For Aleppo

 

April is the cruelest month of all

said the crow

as she sat in mourning

near the crumbled wall

of the hospital

where they had removed

ten tender bodies

next to the last pediatrician

who wouldn’t leave the city

 

In the olden days,

it was to a port

near those very same walls

that Jonas had been dragged

by an obstinate old whale

who wouldn’t let him

escape the gift of prophecy

 

Can’t turn your face away

from the evil that was wrought

upon your fellow beings

on the land, the air and the sea

Can’t turn away

cried the crow

as she pecked at the salt

of indifference and deception

to make its gullet

Turn it into tears.

 

Pina Piccolo, 30 April 2016