no way out of ebla
planes overhead
fly day and night
going on forever
kneeling with daughter
elbows on bed
one candle casts a light
equipped to the hilt
martyrs and saints
march into the desert
daughter falls asleep
dreams of war drums
advancing up the street
escape routes collapse
from the dead air
I take her hand and run
september two thousand thirteen
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