A procession of refugees leaves the city; I watch from the rooftop. "Run," I whisper, "Death has come, bringing no comfort." This is the bird's-eye view of nations slowly collapsing. Hope sinks, girls weep, tears of salt sow the road.
The sea swallows the world; Jonah swallowed by a whale. Jonah swallows a bird; the bird swallows a grain. The grain swallows water; water swallows the world.
Songs and sorrow, mourning and grief. Who will cheer a refugee on his journey, a woman bidding farewell to her husband? I am the lone observer recording injustice, A clerk of pain, watching and reporting. The world clicks its tongue. Disappointed.
