October Poems - As published on TUCK
The Sibling You Can’t Have Far away from where I stay, There is a place I hear, called Idlib Never been to. Never will. Not a country on any bucket list. A blood bath it could be, I heard them say, Last stronghold left to fall, in a country going back to where it came from Lives lost in between? Half a million or maybe more… Close to a thousand children a year wilted away A little closer to where I stay, There are some cages with foil blankets to spare Children snatched away,
