the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
fear.
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
. None.

:: 08.04.2020 ::