From The Eyes Of The Terrorist.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the place is perfect
for this kind of
business, a market

where women buy their
vegetables and meat
where men sell their
goods, where children
go with their nannies

at the side of the road
are parked utility vehicles
people disembark and embark
in public rides
and enter the said
named perfect place

a man with a black jacket
enters the marketplace
with a black bag and
places it there and
returns to his ride
and leave

no one really bothers
what that bag is until
a big explosion occurs
at noon:

10 are dead,20 are injured
3 children lay dead beside
their mother with a basket
of vegetables and some
kilos of fish and cans of
milk...

someone calls the man
with the black jacket who
is watching from his
nearby lodging house and
this is it: " just perfect!
excellent job! congratulations! "