THE ANONYMITY OF WAR.
She never sees the hand that guided it
She only hears the whining noise
She only feels the fear
She only smells the burning
She only tastes the bitter, acrid smoke
She only touches the heaps of rubble
Yet these are not just the remains of houses, streets
Men , women, children
They spell the loss of a community
Gone in a blinding flash
Leaving her numb
And inside she screams at the futility of it all.
© Dotty November 2020