Saturday, August 8, 2015

a short time alone with the old woman

perhaps she's just a drunk

or perhaps wars unseen

she's from a foreign country
I can't imagine (it)
except as some tourist destination these days

a few bombed out buildings
the remains of a sniper's nest
and genocidal massacre
here and there

a bit of saber rattling from the last century

now she gorges herself on junk food
so much as her son will allow
and smiles

she's had a stroke you see
and he worries about her health

we don't speak a word

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