A smell of dead bodies is all to common to me
the once vulgar smell has disintegrated over time
or have i grown accustom to it
"it"
this word puzzles me
the smell is coming from the burning bodies
of my people
but still i feel impersonal
like i don't know who they are
i want to cry but my tears wont fall
i have to save them
because i know
soon it will be my turn
and someone will have to feel the same about me
