Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide, Article 2, Item E
NEW poetry by Kate Pyontek that quietly captures the massive horrors left by genocide and conflict, particularly on its youngest victims.
In June, the apricot tree sagged
with squat fruit that fell splat
on the sidewalk. Children
jumped for the velvet orbs
By mid-July, all had disappeared.
All, except juice stains on concrete.
As if no velvet, no fruits,
no children jumping. Flowery
sweetness in the air gone. The tree
had always been empty. The ground
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