There are times when I avoid the Television,
not even a cursory glance
at the latest in the Net.
Close the windows
and door, put on the blinders.
It reeks of blood in here, I say
the war
the killings
the wails.
Inject morphine
cocaine, hashish
a large dose
suck it in
rub it up the nose.
Ecstasy.
Ha,
if only they knew
the agony of destruction.
The gnawing reality of
waiting for the child
in the morgue.
