I Stand at the Sink and Weep

Poetry

I Stand at the Sink and Weep

Leanne McIntosh, Nanaimo

Volume 39  Issue 1,2,&3 | Posted: April 5, 2024

A four day pause and hostages
return to find their loved ones dead

while people the other side of the line
straggle over burial ground

of broken homes and with winter
coming on Ukrainians argue

whether next year’s presidential
election will distract from

the fight for survival, drones
doing a large part of the work

and I think of women giving birth
wrapping the dead, washing dishes

like I am this November evening
in a city where winter comes

with rain and fog, sometimes
snow for Christmas, the shops

already crowded, the Prince of Peace
waiting off-stage.

Leanne McIntosh, Nanaimo
from: An Autumn the Colour of Blood

   

Leanne McIntosh, Nanaimo