A lonely bag
To my right a Chinese
To the left man’s oldie
Must be sixty- seventy
In front I her she is pale
She is eating like snake
Large python in Cyprus
Suffocated; then took in
She drinks like a camel
A desert trip and water
Lizard-like is too vigil
Turns head to left/right
In silence I’m question
I doubt if she is saying
Be aware this is a bomb.
A man walks with a tray
Finds a stool behind her
Off his coat he sits down
Too busy looking on side
Coming youth in the cape
Like others with his bag
He points at table where
Checkered is, a grey-bag
Someone left there, alone
He signaled bearded-face
Tray-Man got up and left.
Is it bomb; is this warning?
I’m now alert and watchful
Dangerous, will it soon blast?
What if his news is a warner?
Shall I go inquire to inform?
Shall I be quiet unconcerned?
I think of the hell we are in; all worries and suspect.
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