Escalation
by Michèle Narddelli
The tanks crunch over the line in the sand
past open fields, little houses and
dirt roads, and dogs and cats
and ageing babus with mismatched hats,
living marginal lives, simple country wives.
With boys inside, they perch on skirts of cities
knowing neither hate nor pity.
Girding their loins, they calculate positions,
shoot their load, and then transition
from human beings to war machines.
In cafes and shops, we watch on phones
the lightening skies, the shifting bones
of old men who sadly know,
from days long past, how this will go,
a thousand broken lives in their eyes.
And on TV screens behind the curtain,
They debate, is it conjecture or something certain -
those glammed up journalistic bitches,
talking tough like guys in cowboy pictures -
that one old, damaged bloke, could end us all with just a stroke
of his pen.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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