Sunday, May 17, 2009

during war



i am eating a strawberry

it may well be
the best strawberry
i have ever had

the juice is sweet
and full of flavor

the flesh is ripe
the whole way through

i kneel
before the open fridge
eating a strawberry

and crying
because somewhere
a man of my own country

my friend      my friend

has killed another man.



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very moving.

Fictional Tragedy said...

a deep and lingering sigh...

matt at shadow of iris said...

Just found your blog today. Lovely poems. If it's not to much of a request, then humbly I ask you to please

WRITE MORE!

:)

Christopher said...

Trying as I am, this poem doesn't leave a good impression. I think it tries to say too much. Why give only one line to "has killed another man?"