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En Route to Damascus

by Spencer Dunford

I take blackberry tea
with biscuits and read the world's
news. Beyond the train's misty panes,
a school bus, saltired in red
and white halts unscathed,
and children's screams rend
the air like coarse cutters
through tin.

A van painted with "Revolution
till Victory" detonates, like sodium
in water, leaving ashes
and a stripped, stained
With tumbling intrusion, a military jeep fumbles, flings passengers
like paper-pelted spiders, then
reminding me of my unwieldy juniper
in Ohio.