It's About The Bombings In Syria. Poem by Joseph Ikhenoba

The first bomb dropped
In Manjib
Relics of time past.
With cobble stones
Mosques scattered
Turned to ashes
Vultures.
Corpses.
Billowing thick black smokes.
A mother combing
The brown scalpel
Of her seedling
Deep breaths.
Ruffled feathers
Of white albatrosses.
There on the ground,
Crimson stained liquids
Metallic smell.
'Who threw the bomb? '
We don't know.
Pale faces
Everywhere.
Shrapnel.
Broken knots.
Hyenas grunts.
'Will the peregrine falcon? '
Roost to nests earthworms.
May be?
A full moon
Blue skies.