Vukovar has fallen

in Vukovar tonight(remnants
that city's folk
scuff through ash
memory, raise signal
clouds(drift across their land
bearing witness

a Serb(soldier
firing rifle skyward
seeks a(waking God
his triumph thundering one gun

gravity(a fist
slows conquest's messengers to heaven
stops bullets high
returning without vengeance where they may
spray dust, blood mingle
become a pall(called home

heaven is too far
smoke, roar, scream
lost by swallowing of distance
God sleeps on undisturbed
deep in men's mad dreams

Vukovar has fallen


Notes From The Nuclear Age