Left Behind

a violin
a violin

and peacekeepers
and death
brigades

crumpled
bloody newspaper
on wet sticky
tarmac

the 14th floor
is completely
hollowed

an abandoned
suitcase

whose borders
are open

whose laws
will allow

whose grace
whose cruelty

a violin;

I put on my
pyjamas
and go to
sleep

air raid sirens
violence
violence