Aleppo’s sixty-six words by Andrew C Brown

I am not a silent poet

I sit in an ambulance
shaken, uncertain.
Strangers tell me
I am safe now.
I wipe warm blood
from my brow but
cold images remain.
Panic all around me.
People scream.
I hear crying.
I sense fear.
There is shouting.
Anger.
I sit quiet.
More children arrive.
I am told my friend
will no longer be
able to play with
me among
rivers of
rubbled
ruins

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