“Dust Settled Paper Face”

In the sun beaten rubble
of a life once lived,
wreathed, as it was then,
with the ornate abundance
of generations old olive groves,
lies a dust settled paper face.

once upon a war a hero,
lopsided, dust battered smile
of no longer a boy,
not yet a man,
abandoned now as the city
he shed acres of olive tinged blood
to save.

the olive groves deserted
the homes dissipated, uprooted.
no one left now to pray over
even a dust settled
paper face.

only the air,
heavy, restless,
breathing still,
laboring with the
palpitating beat
of the bombs of yesterday,
seems to remember…

-“Dust Settled Paper Face”, Dr. Hawzhin Azeez.

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