Coming to grips with a world gone mad.

Cut & Slice

You cut me,

and I bleed

red and white and blue

bleu et blanc et rouge

Schwarz und Rot und Gold

zwart en geel en rood.

You cut me

with a thousand not-so-tiny-cuts

not yet healed

before slicing me again.

You cut me,

and I bleed;

light grows dim and dark,

how long before the end?


Written

to cope with

the Belgian attacks on 22 March

the death of Officer Allen Jacobs

to remember

September 11

January 7

November 13

December 31

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