Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sunday Poetry: Leo Yankevich

No Flowers, No Doves


When we entered the burning city

charred corpses greeted us.

A child's hand dangled from a scorched tree

and the twisted wreckage of a bus

mocked the stillness of the sky.

Gunner gagged, Ski scratched his head,

neither understanding why

he had to liberate the dead.


Leo Yankevich


(This poem was published at War Poetry.)

3 Comments:

Anonymous Justin said...

This is a really powerful and well-made poem. Leo Yankevich is one of my favorite poets. Thanks for posting it.

12:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A great poem. Leo Yankevich is one of the best poets writing today.

5:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow! This gave me a chill down my spine. Leo Yankevich is a great poet.

3:31 AM  

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