i drink my morning coffee before this flickering
computer screen and watch
–a child knelt over ridges of packed mud
scraping up grams of spilt flour
and stuffing the white powder
into the pockets of his hoodie.
–people running on sand
where they waited for food aid
dispersed by tank and gunfire
–a child cuddling her cat, saying
“If we are killed. Please don’t
eat
our remains.”
—–
(I read that yesterday my country vetoed a ceasefire resolution a third time)
Step closer. 