Sana’a

Chained to the sand and dust,
ground shakes with a distant tremor.
Horizon lights with dark fire and
ominous whistle of burning steel;
lightbulbs that hang from the ceiling
flicker an echo of each falling roar.
Short, sharp breaths hide in empty pantry,
holding back tears and howls.
Slowly, the barrage of noise creeps in
until everything is consumed.

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