A Very Sudden Realisation
For some odd reason
I just
could not stop myself
from
bringing back all those
bloody apples ..
That’s right,
those I stole from some
old neglected
orchard over there ..
Somewhere beyond
where the black
and the yellow smoke
is no doubt still set
on rising ..
And even now, I recall
the look
you gave when I returned
to you in the back
of that old blue truck ..
With all the red ones
stowed safe
in the makeshift basket
of your pretty
upturned orange umbrella ..
And for a moment then
I felt like some
goddam hero might well
have felt in some
long forgotten movie ..
But then
I remembered the
single hens egg
I hid and then ate raw
on my way back to you ..
And for
the very life of me
I swear, I don’t know
why I did that ..
Maybe, because it was
there and I was
so very, very hungry ..
For some reason
war can do just that
to even
the very nicest of fellas,
and then
it dawned on me ..
Maybe I am not such
a fucking hero after all ..