Monday, September 27, 2010

And The Lord Said, You Are Home.


I Follow The Shepherd For I Have The Brain of a Sheep

Every Sunday
at four
traffic stops
some cars
too far back
honk impatiently
unable to see
 the crowd in black
the six men
arms linked
carry the casket
no one ever cries
everyone seems
just as impatient 
as the cars stuck
behind the other cars
wishing those six men
were stronger
capable
of walking six paces faster
with the chunks of wood
and empty body
of someone they once knew
weighing down on their shoulders
I watch girls
dressed in black short dresses
probably worn
some night out
with fishnet stockings
tucked inside their black Ugg boots
and men wearing
black tracksuits
with white sneakers

as I cross the street
a blast goes off in a near alley
and Bertille says, 
"Ah we are now in Afghanistan"

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