Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Stark grace

Beheaded by ISIS

Acting
In their so-called
Name of God
Militant hands 
Held up 
The chubby little body.

The child's arms
Hung like a dolls
In the hands of
The dark, bearded man
Eyes showing blankly
Horrific,
She wore a ruffled dress
White tights over shoeless 
Small feet
She must have been
4 years old or 3

I imagine she had curly
Black hair
And her smile brought
Delight to those who
Cherished her

The toll 
Wretched minds
Wreck upon the world

She who was justly
Innocent
Her ruffled dress in bright colors
Caught
In the park
Playground 
Playing
With dolls

What is this descent  
Beyond hell?
Wretched place
Of ice
Black
Dark
Extinct of Light's
Shine?
Love
Unknown
To these monstrous 
Men,
It's gleam 
Of feeling 
Extinguished
So profoundly 
In their fiery 
blank
Eyes,
Holding the little one's
Life
In their own
Lifeless hands?

Sorrow runs
Deep
Bottomless
From them--
they who
have nothing
To hold 
Except a 
Heart 
bearing starvation's scars.

While the little one's
radiance
Sings
An Innocence
Transcendence 
Of darkness and
Dying
In ruffled dress,
White stocking feet
Plump baby arms 
From just a doll's
body.