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Good Night Frozen Landscape

Another overwhelming day passed in the pastures of plenty The scene was tired and did not warrant a space on the news Just one more place with no conscience for mind numbed souls It was bitterly chilly and bones stuck out on frozen bloodstreams Sore thumbs hurt from pulling blighted triggers for icy salvation Sanguine convictions floated on ichor and the gods were pleased Fatima’s house now bereft of ‘infidel’ prayers was not easy to see Its ruins blended perfectly into an infernal landscape of conquest Like an icon of madness only the doorframe stood gruesomely tall Tempting as it was the gateway to heaven refused meek entrance For forsaken survivors who had fallen on insanity’s greedy onslaught A child’s doll felt the pain of limbo with an eye missing for an eye A dismembered mosque lay in prostrate incineration ready for burial Its intricate stones would come in handy for grave stones and tombs Everything has its purpose even when reason and feelings have died The muezzin’s last farewell to scorched arms depicted in charred coal A final solution encrypted in banality of evil and trivial calls for justice The winner takes it all and the home front of terror spewed fury and hell Thousand fewer mouths to feed must surely be a passionate blessing Relief organizations had not been able to quell misery and starvation Their trucks would not find a path through devastation and rubble Victorious armies assembled their weapons and went home for respite Foot soldiers in trenches and tents as the officers went to their wives Made love to their women and caressed perfectly groomed deportment ‘Darling I love you and it has been a splendid day for righteous triumph Are the children in bed yet and have you read them a tale from the Bible?’ ‘No worries they took solace in the lullaby and slumber in effervescent dreams Hailed to the good Lord and their father who made sure that they rest in Peace Jordan still wants to be a shunter where the tracks point to chambers of mercy And Abigail promised to be a good girl to eat her greens and make you so proud' 03rd March 2020

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