Sunday, January 01, 2012

nightly detour

night is over
bombs exploded near my house

I tried to reach the crossing
my lung was hit by a major blast

coughing I turned
detouring the long way round

there I stood, before me the park
hazy, so much smoke in the air

all vague shadow
I decided to run

sparklers were thrown, faster!
hit the lady! a deer in the park

I lost my head, leave it!
behind me: WAR

air soaking wet, trees pitch black
breathless, smoke in my hair

how far? had I lost track?
no, there it was

I reached the crossing
ten minutes late, happy new year!