Sep 142011
I've seen scrawled by the chapel door
"All's fair in love and war."
Now that every heart is fed on hate
The worst hunt down the great
And ambush keeps the score.

Sweet chimes ring the schoolyard home,
No tattle of Chechnyan children comes;
To keep their captive guests at peace
Brave tales are told in a darkened space
Of the rock and the dome.

Nor love nor war are at our door
But assassins at the window sash;
A knife that flits in the flesh
Troubles the unhealed gash

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