Showing posts with label Ukraine War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ukraine War. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

War Dogs

 

Rescuers work to free victims from the rubble. (Wojciech Grzedzinski for The Washington Post)


“As the city neared its midnight curfew Saturday, dogs wearing specialized shoes to protect them from injuries were scaling the mound of debris, sniffing for survivors.” (“When Russia bombs a building full of people, this is the aftermath,” by Siobhán O'Grady and Anastacia Galouchka, The Washington Post, January14, 2023)

 

War Dogs

“Man’s best friend” can be trained

to hunt, to guide, to guard,

to keep watch in the night.

There are service dogs and therapy dogs –

all taking their place to enhance the world

where humanity’s footsteps fall.

 

War dogs are trained as scouts,

sentries and messengers.

Some are mercy dogs

who find the survivors.

 

With painful foresight

in times of peace and prosperity,

mercy dogs are prepared for

human devastation.

They are fitted with shoes

to protect them in their search

as they traverse the smoking rubble

and shards

of respectable neighborhoods

devastated by war.

 

In another time,

they would have sniffed out

wounded soldiers.

Today they search

for grandmothers and children.

They seek surviving citizens

who wanted nothing more

than to arise another day

to work an ordinary job,

to hold their children in the evening,

to kiss their loved ones

and joke with their friends.

 

A traumatic day in Ukraine;

war dogs make their way.

They recognize, like Hindu saints,

the sacred light of every person,

looking for those who may have a chance,

finding people who still have breath,

helping humanity piece together what remains.

 

 

                                                  ~ Charles Kinnaird

 



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Wednesday, November 30, 2022

After the War (from Poems for Hungry Minds)

   A Ukrainian serviceman walked amid the rubble of a building heavily damaged by multiple Russian bombardments
near a frontline in Kharkiv, Ukraine (Photo by Felipe Dana/Associated Press)
     

The world watches, the free world hopes for Ukraine's freedom from struggle against its oppressor.  The following poem is one of my contributions to the new anthology, Poems for Hungry Minds. - CK


After the War

The time will come when we will be able to sleep,

but it will be after the war, after the victory.

                                 – Ukraine President Voldymyr Zelenskyy

  

When things get quiet again,

we will take a walk.

We’ll find a street

like that one off Weldon’s Circle,

with the coffee shop

next to the record store

where we first heard Tuxedo Junction

sung by The Manhattan Transfer.

Surely, there will be a street

like that one again.

 

We will remember a time

when the pieces fit –

when we could imagine

building a home of our own.

 

I took those years for granted

until they stretched into a decade

of dull routine –

the everyday greyness

of riding to work,

shopping for groceries,

watching the Nightly News.

 

We could numb ourselves

to rumors of war

until the missile strikes lit the night.

Crumbled concrete cascaded

from buildings to sidewalk

and into the streets.

Roadways crowded

with newly awakened refugees –

homebodies turned migrants.

 

Twisted bridges

bombed out buildings

neighborhoods in rubble –

we had seen it before on the Nightly News,

always in some distant land

until the war machine shattered our lives.

 

Baldwin Street! That was it –

The one off Weldon’s Circle.

The one with the record store.

We’ll find it again

after the war.

 

                       ~ Charles Kinnaird

  

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Poems for Hungry Minds, by the Highland Avenue Poets, is available on Amazon and at Barnes and Nobel.


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