A poem by Grace Lindsay

The Earth from space | Photo: NASA via Fragile Oasis / flickr CC

‘Where should the Birds fly after the last Sky?’  Mahmoud Darwish

Where does the heart go when
      it knows the hideous lies spoken,
              the searing of flesh is everywhere,
              the ugliness of too-soon death abounds?
Where should it go?

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