spring light

Spring Light

The evening sun shines on grey asphalt road, like
a snake in green, spring grass, as three young men
are coming out of a tavern, they drink from a bottle
of sweet, cheap rosé wine, wrapped inside a famous
brand name. Alcohol melts a frozen soul till it’s
a drying spot on the road; I’ve lost my soul, here is
a knife, scrap it off yourself . One of them vomits
pieces of undigested meat, in pink, as a car bomb
explodes in Iraq, human flesh hangs from lampposts,
and blood runs down a drain. Fear not, democracy
is near- any day now- the people are allowed to march
and protest against the illegal occupation. If you have
lost the soles of your shoes, go buy a new pair, made
in China, the cobbler is a trade long since gone.