Casualty 23734-U
By agora
Casualty 23734-UShe lived within the ambit of her peopleAnd her people’s people.As a child she liked watching sunrise.At sunset she cried, thinking the worldHad gone away.Everyone in the villageLiked her laughLiked the grainy lifeInside the tattered dress.Married early to a distant manShe learned to hide Under the dross of lifeStealing odd moments to watchOne more sunrise.Children, she had children,Held them to her breastsWith a fierce prideShielding themFrom the tattering sun.One by one they leftSome to warSome to servitudeSome to diseaseSome to silence. Then she was old, Bones ached at dawn,She watched other women Watch the sun.Then when the soldiers came at nightfall she fled,She and others down roadsThey could not understand,Past checkpoints separating here from there.One dawn At the rim of a placeless camp,gathering wood and waterShe stopped, awedBy one more rising sun.Then from the barrelOf some ideology,The bullet.She became a ragAt the sideOf the road.She joined The sun.No one cannot afford any longer to believe in Us and Them. We are We. Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 01:50 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Casualty 23734-UShe lived within the ambit of her peopleAnd her people’s people.As a child she liked watching sunrise.At sunset she cried, thinking the worldHad gone away.Everyone in the villageLiked her laughLiked the grainy lifeInside the tattered dress.Married early to a distant manShe learned to hide Under the dross of lifeStealing odd moments to watchOne more sunrise.Children, she had children,Held them to her breastsWith a fierce prideShielding themFrom the tattering sun.One by one they leftSome to warSome to servitudeSome to diseaseSome to silence. Then she was old, Bones ached at dawn,She watched other women Watch the sun.Then when the soldiers came at nightfall she fled,She and others down roadsThey could not understand,Past checkpoints separating here from there.One dawn At the rim of a placeless camp,gathering wood and waterShe stopped, awedBy one more rising sun.Then from the barrelOf some ideology,The bullet.She became a ragAt the sideOf the road.She joined The sun.No one cannot afford any longer to believe in Us and Them. We are We...."