Treasure Island

Steven Federle

(1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Lament for the Children of Syria


I do not seek you
where the children peer
into the burning night;

fire, false dawn
consumes their eyes,
rages through thin skin.

I do not know
where you go when
the gas softly flows
through the shelter;

have you left us here
in this veil of tears, fear-
full and alone?

Oh, where may I seek you
but in this green shade
of whitened bone?

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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“We must begin by frankly admitting that the first place in which to go looking for the world is not outside us but in ourselves. We are the world.” Thomas Merton

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