Today, I chose to write about something that struck me, rather than the prompt from NaPoWriMo. Something said on a newscast:
Only the Dead are Unafraid
a man says on the screen. He’s speaking
amidst the ruins of his home, his city
somewhere in Ukraine.
I didn’t catch his name. Still, I see
the destruction around him. There must be
dead in a place so destroyed.
In another story, a new cemetery. No grave
without a recent marker. February, March, April.
All of them 2022. Numbers of the dead grow
and still, we know they are underestimating
how many graves they will need when the war ends.
This is a scenery I don’t understand.
A mentality that lacks humanity. How
does one human obliterate so many fellow humans,
and all in the name of returning Ukraine to Russia.
Only the dead are unfraid. Only the dead
and Vladimir Putin. The Gatherer of Russian Lands.
Even as he destroys his Ukrainian brothers and sisters.
Soon, there will be nothing of Ukraine to gather.
Only wasteland, and all those who are still
Carol A. Stephen
April 15, 2022