Thursday, April 22, 2010

a letter to you.

I saw your truth
with a child’s eyes
each plate thrown
 a bomb
an explosion
we were only civilians.

But all these years
This remains unquestioned:
How a mother,
If that’s what you would like to call it,
Could allow her children
To watch her
To meet death.

The reapers black eyes
Staring back at them
In pill form.

Perhaps you have just had enough.
Please forgive me if this is true
But as the war raged on
In this poor home
You’d forgotten
The casualties
You had taken with you.

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