Aleppo 2016

There is a long slow dying,

As the death flower blooms

From encompassing rubble

Rotting scent

Wafting from blood skull petals

A shuddering corpse

Where stamen should be.

Why give life after all

When one can only taste decay?

The flower roots in, deeply

Watered in blood and tears

Sung lullabies of shrieks

It stretches, grows

Hoping faintly that heaven will look down

Upon its stagnate turmoil,

And finally crush its never ending misery.

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