July 7, 2014

L'ART EN GUERRE: Le Coup

POETRY


He said - It's you or me
I said - But no, it's you and me
The sky so big, the stars so many,
even on a tiny island would be space
for hundreds like us
even hundred emptyheads.
He took his wedding ring off his ring finger
- I am not afraid, in my time I sacked a few.
I was not scared but it was scary
I was still talking of blue seas and
little islands if need to be.
So we parted.
Then he went on talking it was the people.
The night full of stars didn't even blink
who dared?
The legions of dead soldiers couldn't.

1 comment:

  1. This is such a sensible poetry.. Thank you for your sensibility, Pet!

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