Human Kind
Today we will learn what went on
in the war while we slept
far from the whistle and boom
of Grad rockets on Kiev —
what flying steel will do
to concrete, families in basements
hanging on. I saw it
in my mind and on
CNN: fireballs —
the laws of physics splattered,
a family with suitcases
shocked to death by a blast.
No darkness without the lit places —
the downtown of the mind defended
by partisans. In the movies the invaders
appear from the skies, the myth
of the next great coming —
metal-limbed, reduced to circuits
without senses but sensors
we outwit and explode
back into space,
to planets we can only imagine, seek
to go there and destroy.
No one slept in Kiev last night
where it is night again as we wake
to tune into CNN to view
the damage. Clucking our tongues
at the invaders, rivers of grief, cities
shot to rubble, televised war
in real time, no hero coming
to save the day
but heroes none the less
waiting among broken concrete
and burnt tanks
for the Russians.
(originally appeared in the blog, RichardHowe.com March 2022)