Monday, January 30, 2017

Michael Minassian: THE ARMENIAN VILLAGE - 1915

The soldiers stand
in clumps
smoking cigarettes
and kicking
the dirt
with their boots.

Half the village is empty
although the well
is stuffed
and overflows;
across the center square,
the church spire leaks
thick black smoke
spewing ash that falls
like winter’s leaves.

A century later,
rain weeps through
the deserted streets
and washes the salt
from the tears
of the dead
stirring under the earth.

·      originally published in Third Wednesday magazine, 2016.

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