Sonnet:
Dark Flight over the Ukraine
She
falls, she falls, so pitiless unbarred.
The
gates of heaven held her uniquely high,
Where
crowns of war, made her assassins unbowed!
In
whom the kingdoms of Russia Lie!
Their
eyes stare evil, and see afar
Their
heat cold and bitter, and they war hard.
Out
of the heavens, shot down from her walls
Flight
MH-17, over the Ukraine, from Malaysia.
Russia
alone, the truly unmerciful
Obama
playing the dummy riddle—
The
world in a state of bewilderment!...
And
three hundred dead, families in a rage.
The
grieving to assassins, a futile thing!
On
the horizon, a new mystery.
No: 4482 (7-21-2014)
