What We Cannot See
©April 13th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
What’s on your mind now?
Mother fox nuzzling her kits
In a hostile world.
And bombs that rain down
Over broken desert lands –
Death that blooms in dust.
What’s on your mind, now?
Rivers flowing to the sea –
Arteries of oil.
Songbirds falling down:
Dying leaves in dying copse –
Things I cannot see.
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