What stays with me more than flames - Susan Donnelly

[Larry Robinson]

What stays with me more than flames,
broken glass, crowds swarming the streets
after the non-indictment; the edge-of-screen
war correspondent clutching his mic,
reporting low-voiced to us outsiders,
are the tears running down
the young woman’s cheek,
that she keeps swiping, as she tries
to stay calm for the interview. It’s like —

and she starts again:
they don’t realize we’re human.

Not the fire but the broken heart.


	- Susan Donnelly
	
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