Pushed In Syria



From a platform, he was pushed
down onto the ground.

There he landed with a great cry, a lonesome sound,
where the beasts took him with teeth;

molars and canines in the form of sticks and swords for sheaths,
beat him till his lungs gave in, until they no longer heaved for a breath.

Collapsed sacks of skin in a broken body
on a broken roof
somewhere without a name,
just a news channel hook
and gambit,
theme tune and a corpse laying bare on a video screen,
shield your eyes, place a blanket over the body and boy.

From, http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2013/8/22/1377171817179/582ead56-d97e-4ecc-98c5-93aa8e3f301b-460x276.jpeg