that part
of the world
here...
She brings sun
in Turkish coffee cups
She brings news of freshly-brewed war
on the TV channel that
doesn't play here
the story of the
made-in-Abu Ghraib
corpse
that no one could identify
at the neighbor's garden gate
She brings smiles
from better times
She brings hope
that people over there
can continue to live
and carry on
to the next war...
Note:
This poem was read at Igtham Mote. This was an event to "Mark the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War (care of the National Trust across England & Wales, in remembrance of those affected by conflict)"
