overkill

As I finish my first cup of morning coffee and wipe crusty sleep from my angry eyes, a destroyer prowls the sea and fighter jets scream through dark clouds. Outside my drowsy kitchen window a squirrel feverishly nibbles at an old cigarette butt. I want to help, but I don't speak the language. There are dead bodies buried in the sunrise. I'm sure of it. A car horn chokes on a rooster's crow, and I can't stop my cheek from twitching. It is colder than the temperature reads. Frigid tears of innocent casualties blow in from the east. Wish I'd put on a shirt before walking so far from the house (perhaps the red one she bought me last Christmas). Even though I'm often cranky before noon, artillery seems like overkill.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this speaks to me of universal empathy~ once I asked myself~ "how can we go about our days when there is so much blood, so much soul being spilled across the globe" I had no answers~ but it still hurts~


I want to help, but I don't speak the language.

and here the tears~

[MuSe Ampoule]

chalk dust clogs my thoughts...coffee, the fuel for my engine...hand me my goggles so the muzzle flash doesn't burn...life's far too complicated in the morning.

The images encase my mind in bubble wrap and chase the dogs. I mean...I like this...it speaks to my unfortunate disdain for the world until the caffeine has kicked in.

[Robin]

echoes and flashes on the horizon ~ one hell of a chilling wake up call ~

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is the best yet of your prose poems - I feel sure there are more to come, but this is a definite signature piece. Incredible juxtaposition of a 'normal' life with the lives under fire in unknown parts of the world. Who says I have earned the right not to be cannon fodder, while Joe Somebody-Else is? Brilliant thoughts.