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Eye for an Eye (Croatia ‘93)
I refused the photograph
the only photograph of the trip with words to it;
I refused those words and the suspicion outside
that inside we spoke
It was hard for another voice to come in
past some daylight and a dresser upended in front of the window;
its balance was suspect yet mortars had fallen
by mistake in the neighbourhood’s courtyards.
What did she tell me? Enough.
That she had had an operation
and keeps her kidney stones in a bottle as policy; so thanks
for delivering the groceries and after five, the buses stop
in front of the schoolyard,
where schrapnel still eyes the walls
I left her confronting me, waiting for my click or a gesture
at least equal.
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