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Stolen dog
A soldier kicked down the door and stole a yelping dog,
the children sobbed while their mother cursed god.
Later the widows were blown out, the roof glowed red
against a ghostly bone white moon.
The dog curled itself to sleep beneath a different flag
after filling its belly for the first time in weeks.
This poem is based on an event I witnessed in the H2 area ...
Sunday 2nd June 2024 5:14 pm
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