Failing Parachutes
The Fall of Kabul
written by: Ana Denysenko
They sit
shoulder to
shoulder to
shoulder,
unafraid and clueless.
Mouths open wide —
the whole country hides
under their tongues as
if they were plane chassis.
Children bite
nail by
nail by
nail,
yet unborn kisses bloom at
the tips of the ripped fingers,
sweaty and too small to
hold guns against others.
Courage builds up at the
back of their throats, chokes
on blood and lack of freedom,
and dies once the plane takes off.
People are birds, falling down
one by
one by
one
As we sit still, numb and
unaffected. Mouths open
wide — the whole world
hides among the vessels.
Who are we to them, if not
parachutes, always failing
to open?
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