Intoning the bells of my brethren

Gasping within their air

I cling to this sofa as

Limbs and fire storms roam

through  districts of carnage

That they once called home.

I pray that in this moment

They may see through my eyes

That they may be opened, relieved

Re moved by the beauty outside my door

Re-joined and re-made

Within this same planet

This same moment

To taste again the nectar of

Bees suckling yellows, oranges and

Yes even these blood red poppies

Shaded and shaved

Beneath the olive tree’s

Translucent bark.