Stolen dog
A soldier kicked down the door and stole a yelping dog,
the children sobbed while their mother cursed god.
Later the widows were blown out, the roof glowed red
against a ghostly bone white moon.
The dog curled itself to sleep beneath a different flag
after filling its belly for the first time in weeks.
This poem is based on an event I witnessed in the H2 area of Hebron in 2018 whilst working for an international organisation.
David RL Moore
Tue 4th Jun 2024 08:05
Thank you for the like Holden