Disputed Territory
A breadbasket
has become a bowl of blood and mud.
The steel claws of hawks
crush concrete towers.
Peace shelters in cellars
bread is broken,
a thin soup stirs the dying.
A droning in the sky,
rabbit ears alert in a backyard cage,
a boy's hunger stole a carrot,
but it did not eat the rabbit -
not yet.
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