Sunday Poetry: Leo Yankevich
The July Sun Over Lebanon
She hears bombs raze the nunnery.
She hears F-16s on their way
back to Israel, to reload
new bombs sent from America.
Blinding smoke burns in her eyes
and shrouds the limbs of terrorists,
boys and girls from grammar school
who in the spring first learned to count.
Leo Yankevich
(Published at War Poetry.)
She hears bombs raze the nunnery.
She hears F-16s on their way
back to Israel, to reload
new bombs sent from America.
Blinding smoke burns in her eyes
and shrouds the limbs of terrorists,
boys and girls from grammar school
who in the spring first learned to count.
Leo Yankevich
(Published at War Poetry.)
posted by Diane at 3:54 PM
2 Comments:
Oh, Goddess.
See the homepage for a poetry festival.
Powerful poem, and oh, so true.
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