POETRY
Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
Through seven layers,
Without Anesthesia–
While I respire;
Conditioned air,
In ignorance blissful.
Seven feet of mud swept water,
Bodies under rubble.
My Glory intertwined vision
Goes no further than the glitter-
While you suffocate under olives, fallen.
In your exile,
I'm exiled.
Himu Irene Harney is a prospective Economics graduate from North South University.
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