METAL IN THE SKY
After the shelling – stillness.
The air is clean, nothing hurtful comes their way,
no more metal in the sky – for now.
The hills whisper to the survivors
‘live again, breathe deeply,
go to the wells and greet your neighbours,
count the missing and the dead and be glad,
for you’ll never feel so alive
as when you are close to death.’
Michael J. Whelan
Published by Mark Ulyseas in a sequence of poems titled ‘A Hundred Black Horizons’ in L.E. Poetry Magazine, February 2017