Empty Strollers

by David Dephy

David Dephy

You are in Ukraine, take off your sandals,
for the place where you are standing
is holy, every grain is the heart of a child.
See the empty strollers over there?
In front of you. Now you know who they are.

Now you know what has happened.
Just a second ago, they were alive,
my sweetest friend, they were loved.

The peace offering love—
earth and heavens made sacrifices to that love.
Who ever heard or felt anything more divine?
Their voices burst your temples,
their blood shines through the nights,
that’s how heavens see them in the dark,
constellated by the dew of their spirits,
they are not lost in the noise,
spinning chaos into order,
creating birth, from death,
and looking for an exit—
trying to care your smile
and that lost heartbeat
of ourselves in this great
blessing called freedom.

March 18, 2022

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DAVID DEPHY -- The trilingual American award-winning poet, novelist, multimedia artist. Founder of Poetry Orchestra. The 1st place winner of THE ARTISTS FORUM Poetry Award in New York City 2021, the winner of the Finalist Award in the 2020 Best Book Award National Contest by American Book Fest, the winner of the 2019 Spillwords Press Poetry Award and the Finalist and Shortlist Winner Nominee of the Adelaide Literary Awards 2019/2020 for the category of Best Poem. Named as Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, Incomparable Poet by Statorec, Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily. He lives and works in New York City.

Last updated July 21, 2022