Khemah
millions now dying will never live,
swept into the sea like so much
dust for the broom and bin.
another story i’ve no right to tell.
the encampment’s overrun,
the worst impulses of our species
bleeding through the barbed-wire,
seeking every last crevice, cancerous.
blast craters, burial shrouds, the bits
that remain when the tanks roll on,
ever-hungry to tread, it matters not where.