Springtime on the Donets
Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2024
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