a great nowhere

if you constantly move toward the west, you will always end up in the east. or the other way around.

a news reporter says, they bombed the only children’s hospital left in aleppo. thank goodness the corpses were rescued from the morgue.

in syria, there are still two rivers. hope the dog is in shelter with one eye, half a tail. nothing left to smell. no more children.

the situation sculpts the imagination. there is no other way around. and now nowhere to put the names of the dead.

what was yours?