Smoke, still rising from that yet
Warm and awesome mound.
Two THOUSAND souls, now gray, dry, flakes;
Residue, tossed in the wind, brushed aside
As if it were nothing, those who once
Laughed, breathed, talked, cried – SCREAMED!
One doesn’t need to have known
Them to bow one’s head and murmur
A prayer. Let me stand with the Wailing Women:
I am so sorry for your most *grievous death!

Mary Naylor. @buckinghamfount



*Militant Islamists “behead more than 50” news yahoo.com November 10, 2020

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