This little slab of horror

This terrible reason to pray
I keep stuffing my prayers
back through the glass
but the war won’t go away.

About the Poem

On a Saturday in April 2022, I watched news of the Bucha massacre unfold, via posts on Twitter on my phone, discovery by discovery. I thought of what mixed tool our phones are: without them, we wouldn’t know about such horrors for years, if ever. But our phones also increase our sense of helplessness; there is little we can actually do from such a distance.

About the Author

Jenny Jordan grew up in Liberia, West Africa, fleeing an approaching civil war with her family in 1990. She now lives in Wisconsin with her husband and daughter. Her personal blog can be found at anewelephant.wordpress.com She has been previously published at Amethyst Review and Grand Little Things.

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