Inside the many verses

No Blast

The ladder rose
From the dusty floor
Into the hollow
Of the ceiling .
We climbed
Our buttocks pushed in
To await the bomb blast .
We ate dried bread
Dry throats,
Patched lips.
For three nights
In the bosom of darkness
We waited
The bomb did not blast
The war raged
But far away.

Bose

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