Summer (’14)
In the south we are busy now
slaughtering each other, there's no time
for flowers—
Slowly summer will
scalding pass, autumn will
arrive unnoticed.
If only rain would come to
send us all indoors—
There to stand
at ruined thresholds and
watch the yellow sky
weep and weep
for all our dead.
Copyright Credit: Rachel Tziva Back, "Summer '14" from What Use is Poetry, the Poet is Asking. Copyright © 2019 by Rachel Tziva Back. Reprinted by permission of Rachel Tziva Back.