Sorrow city, Sarajevo
thus your history is traced,
your museums laid in rubble
and your life almost erased,
this destruction, Sarajevo,
for which the whole world is braced.
Sarajevo, sister city,
with a sorrow so like mine,
as I wait and lean and listen
for an answer or a sign:
sorrow glistens, Sarajevo,
like a message or a line.
Sitting shiva, Sarajevo,
for your temples and your mosques
but the world will not recover
as it waves from brave kiosks
knowledge that the worlds has faltered,
altered. Look, my sister asks.