A Note from the War in Kosovo
Down in the basement I couldn’t see a thing
because, I discovered, I had my sunglasses on.
When I finally took them off
I threw them from me in a rage.
Now I sit and can’t make out the sea
because I have my reading glasses on.
And I can’t read what I’ve written
because the sun’s too bright.
Out of stubbornness I keep my reading glasses on
will get me to go down in the basement after the sunglasses!
That’s my life. That’s all of our lives.
That’s how the war continues.