Home In the Havoc
the morning breeze barely stirs the smoke
from last night's blasts and fire
from the artillery,
smoke sluggish with the suffocating stench
of gunpowder, burnt wood and
pulverized masonry,
yet, in this battered building, in an ugly crack,
is a lovely nest rebuilt by one
now joyfully chirping.
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