Witness
For Wisława Szymborska and Richard Drew
I huddled on the floor before the television set
Safe in Kentucky
Weeping
Bearing witness until my husband turned off the broadcast
The falling
bodies
burned
into my retinas
Heart aching for lessons not learned
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Well done. “Falling bodies burned into my retinas,” written as falling words on a page, is a devastating line.
Nicely done! I like how you play with form here, as well as the last line.
Not a single unnecessary word. I love the concise approach, yet you don’t stint on emotion. Well crafted poem. Thank you!