Aleppo by Barbara Donne

Aleppo sounds
so gentle to the tongue

unlike
distorted din
of Hell upended
falling upon drum-cracked ears
split foundations
tumbled towers

where the unbreathable dust
smothers
countless bodies
and their ripped apart hearts

when time and sands settle
how will the scattered remember?
which way home?
is somewhere terrible?
or fine?

that it begins with an in breath
exults two beats
‘till the last
syllable’s kiss is blown

Aleppo
sounds so gentle
to the tongue

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