I am not the memory of love
but
I will make you remember life
movements that were grasped by their minds-
but I wasn’t there…
So, I really can’t tell
Wasn’t it you?
The one shooting and taking notes
as they walked into the office-
into the school, church, temple…
into the mosque
But then again
I wasn’t there….
So, I really can’t say.
Pray or be shot
pay or be shot
Times and lives no longer visible
as you pass your days witnessing
massacres while you keep a straight face-
keep your pace
keep the grace in your pace as you go on your way.
“somethings will never change.”
A whisper is heard.
You paint your face
with mercury and lead
when you conceive that you
are already dead.
I was there
for 30 days and 30 nights-
immortality had to die.