Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
From a clear blue sky
thunder,
bombs
and death
to man, woman
and child.
When it settles,
the dust is spread
over breakfast tables,
Tel Aviv to Washington;
the milk in our cereal
stained;
a grey powder
on our bread.
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