Dan Lukiv

How She Now Sits All Alone, poetry Dan Lukiv

An excerpt, a poem based on chapter two of Lamentations // Our tent, aflame, / Our arrows, broken, / Our mighty force, // Like a warrior tossed / Down a well, / Our towers, fallen, // Our walls, rubble, / Haunts for the goat- / Shaped demons, // Our wombs, dry / Like Ghor sand, / Our mouths, dry, // Like the faith of false / Prophets, / Our lineage, a garment // Eaten up by moths, / Our future, uprooted, / Like cedars, fallen, // Like hope, fallen, / Our gates, burned, / Torn asunder, // O Samson, have you / Unleashed your right / Arm as you did at the // Wall of Gaza? / O mothers, starved / By fright and the Baby- // Lonian sword, / Have you finally stopped / Eating your children?