Across the Red River

Shattered windows gape
in a scream of blackened beams
like broken teeth.
Across the blood-red river,
grey snow muffles the lone cello’s agony as the sniper waits, frozen, for his chance.
I cannot be compelled to forgive.
Nor will I.
Not tears enough to dissolve that poor soul’s triumphal pain.

Sarajevo, 1992

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