For Aleppo



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 an obstinate old whale

dragged Jonas

and wouldn’t let him

escape his 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


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