A woman on her way home from the laundry
Burnt beyond recognition,
The school girl
No longer With 4 good limbs
The maiden priest
His rosary imbedded in his spleen
Or maybe
It was the same indifference that the gods have decreed,
time& time& time again?
A woman on her way home from the laundry
Burnt beyond recognition,
The school girl
No longer With 4 good limbs
The maiden priest
His rosary imbedded in his spleen
Or maybe
It was the same indifference that the gods have decreed,
time& time& time again?
I stayed in my room.
I lived well, but life was awful.
there were so many soldiers that day,
So many refugees crowding the roads.
Naturally, they all vanished
With a touch of the hand.
History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.
--Charles Simic
I stayed in my room.
I lived well, but life was awful.
there were so many soldiers that day,
So many refugees crowding the roads.
Naturally, they all vanished
With a touch of the hand.
History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.
--Charles Simic