Perpetual exhaustion f breath a small canopy of pea-green leaves converge over a courtyard names of dead recalled as leaves rustle upon high it's like the dead are calling down by the only natural element possessed in the end - their breath which has taken months to reach this city.
Tree lims sway in the canopy in memorial to civilians the number 10,000 women children 37 journalists U.N staff - 9 contractors manycoalition forces thousand. The wind reminds us - they do not rest in peace.
Thomas Kerr
Brooklyn, NY
