The impacts of war, on a "passerby", and what it'd felt like, to be, a bystander to the, conflicts…translated…
March of 2009, in Madagascar
The Darkness, Undenied
The Darkness Arrived to Antananarivo
The Northern Hemisphere: the Winds Cold, Southern Hemisphere: the Winds, Burning———
In Synchronizing Voice, this is
Living in the, World
The Faces are, the Paintings of Paint Splashed on the Canvases of the Nights. Looking at What's Coming & Gone
The Whites of the Eyes
The Lights Tremored, Zap-Zap-Zap-Zap-Zap-Zap
The Darkness, Struck Down by the Moths
Blocked by the Air that's, Even Darker
The Nights of Madagascar, with Nowhere to Escape
The Sounds of the Tanks, Rolling Over the Pavements Outside in the Silenced Era of Historical Times
No Way Back for the Army Shoes: Forward
The Straw & Rubber Soles, Need to
Have No Holes
In Order to Get Past the Broken Down Steel and Shingles
The Sounds Covered Each Other Up
One Sound, Infiltrated Through Another
Childhood is Stuck in War……….
As if Hearing Our Mothers Calling Out————
Come Quick, Hide in the, Bomb Shelters
what a war looked like, from a, distance...photo from online
The Segments of History, Written by the Fires————
The Island is Finding the Forks Now
The Local Driver Told: "This is the Power Switching Hands!
The Earth Ripped Through the Skies
Outside the Windows, the Ink, Stained Face
Escaping in a Panic
I Grabbed a Hold onto the Doll I Was Taking Home
Calculated
The Worth of the Goods and the Dangers of the Situation
The Fires that Rumbled Suddenly Sank into the Darkness, Too Deep to be Seen
The Dugout Still, Runs in My Memories
And Turned into a Train that, Jostled, Onward
So, this is on how you're, leaving this place of war, while others are, stuck in it, and you're not a part of the war, which you're, blessed to not be, but, someone else is, and, they're, dying all around you……..and you simply, can't be, outside of that!
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