Pagosa Springs Artists

Unmoved

It's uncanny how we can watch television news

and remain unmoved by apocalyptic bombings,

able to go to bed and sleep unplumbed by images

of whole apartment blocks falling down amid

leaping flames and unseen cries, dust rising

silently into an equally unmoved Syrian sunrise.

 

first published in Chicago Poetry Press/anthology

also published in Time of Singing

©2018 Bonnie Manion

   

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