>>24571768

#7

They bulldozed the shanty town
and left the ragged children bare.
They shot their parents
and poisoned their dogs.
They doused the kids in petrol
and set them on fire.

The soldiers wore masks
and drank all night long.
And they laughed and they smoked
and they danced and they sang.
And as the world burned around them,
their souls burned inside them.

#8

Though I myself was unperturbed,
for I knew it was a vision
and soon I would wake.
But I never did.

#9

Ankle-deep in festering water,
with mud on his bones and teeth in his hands.
His fingers made of twisted copper
and his eyes along the concrete path.

Broken clocks turn in his ears
and fissures form on his wrists.
His soul is ugly-black and his knees are marble walls.

His shoulders smell of cherries
and his tongue is made of sand.