Small Comfort
by Scott Wiggerman
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When bombs start falling
like perverse confetti,
when sands explode
in waves of shock and awe
and you search on knees
for the limbs of your children,
remember
that we could no more stop
our leaders
than you could stop yours;
that broken-winged doves
cannot carry an olive branch.
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