After nights of madness
mornings become grim,
dissonant as sadness
lowered like a scrim.
Darkened by normality,
feelings that are numb
take away vitality,
as we all succumb.
Written about twelve hours after the cease-fire between Israel and the Hezbollah on August 14,2006. Also inspired by a line from Another Green World by Richard Grant, reviewed by Art Winslow in the LA Times Book Review, August 13,2006: “After Nights of Madness, mornings are grim.”
8/14/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem