I

Rain. Wednesday. Rotterdam at dusk.
Umbrella, collar, carpet bombing.
Four days it took to level with the ground
This city. Cities, unlike people,
Have no refuge from the elements
The streets and houses, collapsing,
Do not lose sanity, espousing revenge.

II

July. Midday. Drops from a waffle
land on trouser leg, and children’s voices ( Read more... )