By Tasneem Khan
For the past three weeks
I have watched
From the Safety of my
Rocking Chair
The gasps of the dying
The wails of their loved ones
Shrouded bodies being carried
By shrouded carriers
Little fires everywhere
Every time I close my eyes
I can see it all
The flames, the shrouds, the stretchers
The tear stained faces
And most of all
The feeble labored breathing of
Living Beings watching their own life
Ebb away as they sit in the backs of
Their cars
And I realize
I cannot name a single Human
Being that has been lost
