On conducting a special military operation

How do we go

about our 

little worlds when the quiet 

din, the suffering of many

becomes a fever pitch 

of many plus

More?

More screams 

draw us in. 

but look into many eyes devoid of hope,

filled with the quiet despair of 

an ill-earned doom, of 

a forgotten death /

you’d quietly pray

they never saw you. 

The More to shock,

while many haunt.