The tanks came rumbling crushing everything in the street---
the cars and parking meters,and drivers and passengers who couldn't flee
no time to bless
No time for happiness.
Life feels more priceless for those who've escaped and wait shaken in safety,
breathing heavily,
their eyes in shock, their ears ringing from the shelling so they can't hear the howls of the injured.
As the the mind re functions they try to re sooth the bloodied bodies and the babies.
Thoughts shredded , one woman , the one with the shattered thick glasses, is only conscious of the taste of ginger
and she remembers a Shakespearean tragedy
holding an old man looking beyond death beyond fear, to acceptance
taking slight breaths lying on a dusty street,
breaths to delay the unexplored beyond the trance .
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