Syria 2016

Syria 2016

Today I continue to be sad

as if I had died 

looking at the fungi of depleted uranium

spreading through the bodies of children

while I listen to Tartini

as if he were a memorable man.

Today I continue to be barefoot

on my city’s streets

without friends, and no one

to wait for me at home.

My loneliness is so deep

that I sit down and listen to birdsong,

and no longer want to be here.

There’s nothing removing my annoyance,

nothing allowing me to relive my love.