Kyiv 

What master mad deploys use of bigtime daily bombs 

Reducing all structure to dismembered rubble 

And cage scant disfigured hopes for plight in twisted metal, shards piecemeal, Until last remaining yearn for freedom succumbs to waning need for living Even here, amid melodic echoed strains etched in mind from tunnels far away where trains once probed by squealy hum to rise from dark to light of day. Now cool marble floors and walls of tile 

join squarish pillars of cement 

to mark our cavern home 

where young and old join common floor 

to wait for lonesome end of war 

When we can arise like ancestors old 

to greet the greying skies that told 

of flaming crimson ties of bold 

endeavors outscreaming bloodsoaked, ragged roads.