Kabul Threnody
Bent wire horizon,
the day is a broken perimeter.
There is light
between the barbs
but you have to squint,
pretend the fence still holds.
People flee,
their knees are bruised
by each narrowing dawn.
The fool on the hill
blames the sun
in his eyes.
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