winter’s arrow carries sorrow
stealthing through the night yard
no narrow tracks in the snow
the frightened children weep
swept up in wind what cloud of leaves
blocked the sun shadow shelter cold
falling gently down in ditches
wrapped in a quilt of anguish
when at last the soldiers cleared
slide descending orphans small and old
cold fearing fingers wiping mud from eyelids
father mother once but gone
son and daughter once but gone
cradling hollowed silent bodies
agony weighs nothing
light as life’s memory
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