Yes,it's just a stage set,
a macabre moment in a military museum,
but someone,
somewhere,
is reliving this moment;
standing on guard,
blindly preparing to shoot or kill
some designated enemy
in some small town
while the women and children,
the elderly and the lame,
cower inside, awaiting they know not what.
And what is better?
To go and be reminded, that this life has been,
and could still be,
happening?
Or to sit outside the museum, on the pleasant lawn,
catching the slow drips from a chocolate ice cream cone
and brushing, slowly, fingers across the sharp-edged grass...
* * *
No comments:
Post a Comment