Зник (Disappeared), poetry by Joni Caggiano at Spillwords.com

Зник (Disappeared)

Зник (Disappeared)

written by: Joni Caggiano



grief falls from my pocket
puddles of barren moments
bloody dolly circles a filthy drain
laughter, and love in a gilded locket
dangles deep between my cold breasts
captives of war, our daughter’s voice dead
snow dusting hate, birds swallow their songs
my stars, my compass, they were my only home
bodies connect like roots in Bucha’s massive grave
smother whimpers of my dying spirit, so many yet brave

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