88: Houndstooth

Her painted carriage enveloped in black is very much like
her mind and wardrobe. Each second
is paid for, time's cash register
glows steadily, quietly,
red digits on the dashboard.
The Great Divide keeps her still inside
as they fly through the city -
hypnotizing herself with his gracious words,
and her own sharp fabric patterns.

87: In Honour Of

That was the spark and the celebration,
dutifully waited for and received
with cheers of pride and nationalism
and anthemic processions so strongly ignored.

Divided we stand and divided we fall
to the unison of gunfire that crosses the world.
While we sit here comfortably in our tension and fear
that seeps over our borders
and keeps us warm.

Those sparkling mushroom clouds ignite
to the delight of us bridled spectators;
intertwining with spheres of colours and
dynamic dynamite exploding
now and then later.

(Without such views
they were merely gunshots
heard in the middle of nights
and hushed-down evenings.)

86: thinking they could get away

The prospect of loss hardly gripped their mind.Delicately planned with a gripping alibi
and that rush of suspicion grabbed our thoughts with doubt.

This act - committed by the neighborhood girls
and the mother to blame for
with their faults and their words,

adds up to the conclusion that the law has its gates:
their crimes they are guilty for;
their punishment awaits.