ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection

if he'd seen it

if he'd seen it I

bet he'd say it

was the end of

the world.

how one act

could shape

the start of a

decade I'll

never know.

a tragedy,

he'd say.

babies in

hopeless

arms, hitting

pavement,

crushed under

rubble.

then he,

like the men

who were

there, would

go to bed with

dust in his lungs

and his dinner

in a bucket

beside him.

he'd drink until

all the drinking

he had done

before seemed

like nothing in

comparison,

if he'd seen it.