Bucha Poem by Stephen Roe

The leaf blower working against the wind.
The broken church Clock.
The shop.
The car.
The cat.
In Ukraine all these have stopped.

My daughter's pyjamas on the bathroom floor.
The bathroom door.
The towel.
The soap.
The shower.
In Ukraine all these are lost.

The bird feeder floating in the wind.
The children's chalk drawings.
The recycling bin.
The dustmen.
The birds.
In Ukraine all these have stopped.

In Bucha
The Leaf blower is shot.
The church steeple blasted off.
The shop looted.
The car flattened.
The cat flayed.

In Ukraine our humanity is lost.