oh Barbara, quelle connerie la guerre
After the war
a woman walks down the Road of Siam
she is matronly, she clutches her satchel,
she watches her step, after step,
as she walks the road, kicking pebbles
and the air is full of swinging children
as she walks the road, kicking ashes
and she watches her step.
she turns her head and there is silence
small silence in the shape of fire
so she clutches her satchel and she clutches her satchel
and continues down the Road of Siam
after the war.