in a dark corner of a dark room
the mirror forgets me
remembers only the corrosion of time
the scars she left behind
...
a dead vase:
shattered fragments
of blue glass
forgotten on the floor
...
i long to share my solitude
with someone
just as lost and alone
...
in a basque market place a terrorist bomb exploded
up to a mile away buildings shook and shattered glass
and mothers screamed the stillborn dream
as children fell in the pools of their own blood
...