I reach toward the meadow of shadows cast by fallen architecture, beyond the grove of mangled rebar displaced by ferocious ammunition and far behind the tears in glassy eyes of confused children, past widening pools of shredded hope, where mothers sink into the gleam of fists raised high above forgotten fathers...
I stand by eddies of smoldering metal, gray ribbons blooming upward to settle in a nest of acrid smog, where carrion crows quietly roam in circles eyeing a contorted patchwork of steel and flesh sewn by the hand of avarice...
I run through a fault line of consciousness, a thin veil of fear finally broken, giving way to glimmers of light, gaining against darkened minds rocked asleep in the tremors of terror, awakening like desert sunflower to mend a violated landscape – replenished by the silk of a rising sun. [Copyright © Ivo Tomasini 2013 All Rights Reserved]