Socialist Sonnet No. 238

Screenshots from Special Military Ops.

 

Blazing apartment block, then another

With the length of its east wall sliced away

Exposing bedrooms, beds just made today,

Lounges and kitchens exposed for weather

To make it worse. Child’s buckled tricycle,

One lone shoe, laces knotted in a bow,

From smouldering rubble pram handles show

No sign of humanity. A trickle

Of water from a fractured pipe, shopping

Trolley and a tail fin and an upturned

Turtle of a car crazy glazed and burned,

Thick smoke and dust and masonry dropping.

Once such a site has been cleared, what remains?

Real estate, investment, capital gains.

 

D. A.

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