Once
upon a Christmas time…
A child
looked into the twilight sky
and saw a single star, shining in the west.
By its
fierce light, the rubbled piles of white;
the yawning, gaping blacks of bombed out blocks in the
city
where he and his brothers scratched out a living like rats in dust;
in its
light the skeletal shapes of his home
shone in Syrian silver.
Like a photograph, at night.
Like a Christmas card, with
glitter and snow.
He
gazed into the night sky. What
did he
see?
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