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Unable to read more than two or three in one sitting, so intensely powerful and deep are her poems. Now reading from her time in Sri Lanka.
Smoke in Colombo
On that last ride home we had the smoke
Following us, along the silenced
Streets, lingering on, though the fire
Was dead then in the rubble and the ruins,
Lingering on as milk lingers on
In udders after the calves are buried,
Lingering on as grief lingers on...
— May 01, 2020 11:56PM
Smoke in Colombo
On that last ride home we had the smoke
Following us, along the silenced
Streets, lingering on, though the fire
Was dead then in the rubble and the ruins,
Lingering on as milk lingers on
In udders after the calves are buried,
Lingering on as grief lingers on...
Like flag
Within women rocking emptied cradles.
They stopped us, a somnambulistic
Daze was in their eyes, there was no space
Between us and their guns, but we were
Too fatigued to get fear, or resist
The abrupt moves
Of an imbecilic will.