listening to the world

a man shoots his neighbour

green eyed reptiles

drown in shallow waters

a missile takes off from a jet

never will we trust those men

ocatgrenians in suits losing thier

minds while livinig in a fantasy

of borrowed time and a hazy youth

the aftermath of WW11,

this is not the same world

we are not playing with the same toys.

Boys live in make believe,

the innocence

and knowing they

will be taken care of,

by angels in heaven

floating down eating dark chocolate

until their mums come and

hug them- back —to a confused

earth

too many people, babies dead

when will they ever learn

that the mirror

in the garden

recognises

the dark self .

always always. always.