he was a awfully small dog
with an awfully large voice
we were already riding
President Salazar's train
from Porto to Vesuvius
within earshot of
an Australian entrepreneur
so we hardly noticed

A's eyes seemed filled with tears that do not fall at Dutchbat he escaped the chaffing by bare weeks 13 is an unlucky number here too
when the March for Peace is mentioned
they light up for a moment
the other time this happens
I think I had asked a stupid question
and then they twinkled
part pity part indulgence
i’m sure it’s not because he’d seen
anything new under the sun

@the battery factory, srebrenica-potocari memorial centre

outside the tunnel museum there are a few more than a pair i wonder if grandma kolar tends them still as she did the souls through that conduit with water and thorny resolve




while watching for weedy sea dragons
where reefy sea grass ought to flow
instead this one peeks
in proof of alien life?

black-winged stilts i’ve read
are known to be
collaborative home-makers
and gregarious waders
at the borehole we see them
daddy and mummy long legs
skipping skating skitters
tilted silted trippers





too young yet to savage his own feed
before puberty promotes him to
that other list of african fives
with the vulture the warthog
the gnu and the marabou
perhaps it's not a face
that only a mother would love
