Casuarina
sitting here, under this specimen,
i take a moment to breath,
there i go.
see? i can still breath.
some people can't.
run in the rain, they said,
it's not like we're made of salt.
it's not solubility i was worried about,
it's getting wet and damp.
but those that sent me,
dont think of these issues.
they know details of importance,
i guess,
how many...
what rate of..
the per unit cost...
they see topography as curvey lines,
that hug each other.
i see it as twisted ankles,
bruises,
hidden emplacments.
nothing ever changes.
the great hordes , barbarous,
the ones we got now.
they torture either way.
drink some water.
i spiced it up with tang,
but it was mango.
that is the reality of war:
mango flavored chlorinated water.
a far cry from the fruit,
a far cry from water,
a cry.
Cows walked here recently,
their dung fell in cakes,
that mysteriously look like,
a swirling galaxy.
how is it that this happens?
ketchup swirls as well,
when it is slathered.
of course human excrement,
or blood do not form swirls.
they just splatter.
underbthe Casuarina,
i think such thoughts.
disregarding the noises,
outside and in my ears.
having a picnic of sorts,
no one around ,
all gone or hiding like me.
well, i'm not really hiding.
hiding means i have hope,
to be concealed.
this sucks.