Tuesday, December 30, 2014

On the downing of the MH-17

this skin of me
at edges and depths
carries memory
the betrayal of tragedies
never expected

had i known you
- before that fall to field
amidst smoke and steel
and then your life a passport
in a stranger's hand-
i might have smiled:
offered you tea.
I might have disliked you,
It would not have mattered.

you were someone
yet here you are
etched, remembered.
look here
always in this skin of me

Merilyn Childs
July 18th 2014

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