I hitched a ride
with the evening news
to wander around the world for a while.
and skirting business,
we accelerated toward African famine
and Middle Eastern turmoil.
Cruising through earthquakes
tornadoes and floods,
we slowed to witness atrocities
in countless colors and denominations
lingering on what seemed
every street corner of the globe.
It was when I saw the slaughtered children
that I jumped out the window
and tumbled to the soft grass verge of home --
wishing simply walking backwards
could wipe away the vision
of splattered blood.
Written as part of B.S. Poets/Poet Share, 8/31/13, Prompt Number Seven.
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