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At home, in the sun, I watch the news intently, I study the photos the parabola of a mortar like a shooting star and the grey ruins after the impact There are cameras everywhere I shiver from everything I do and don't want to know but I wouldn't know anything if I didn't know I read of people who woke up and ran to a cellar their children crying in the pale morning light The wounded crawl over debris scramble past the charred cars An ambulance drives away Daily corpses, daily news with survivors with a dry mouth speechless, pale in the sun in which I follow the news with my sharp eyes my cool heart
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Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
Cold shivers in the morning
At home, in the sun, I watch the news intently, I study the photos the parabola of a mortar like a shooting star and the grey ruins after the impact There are cameras everywhere I shiver from everything I do and don't want to know but I wouldn't know anything if I didn't know I read of people who woke up and ran to a cellar their children crying in the pale morning light The wounded crawl over debris scramble past the charred cars An ambulance drives away Daily corpses, daily news with survivors with a dry mouth speechless, pale in the sun in which I follow the news with my sharp eyes my cool heart
"Every Morning" ("Elke ochtend", 1986, Mary Oliver) Published in Poetry Magazine (March 1986) and in the collection "Dream Work" (1986) Collection "Reaching out"
#war#victims#news
Zywa
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Zywa
Amsterdam
Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
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