Ukrainian Horror

To hunt with a full stomach To bite into the neck of the smaller Without hunger Fangs clamped to the back of her neck Her face Devoured crumpled paper Spit up Re-smoothed to creases Eyes nose mouth map Her splintered village Smoldering Over her shoulder Shreds of scarves blouses skirts Blown to the astonished charred limbs Of her bare front yard tree As if the widow should believe The willow was filled with colorful songbirds She is lifted by Ukrainian neighbors To an evacuation bus The stare in her eyes To you camera Master That of a lame animal About to be put down She has but two items After a century The wheelchair she was locked in And the orange and white cat That sat in her lap Meowing To the crowd With a name that escapes us all.