Home for Breakfast
I have not seen that many bodies burning
lately
but I saw a dozen yesterday, still smoking ..
Oh’
and by the way, heard several children
choking
on their own tears streaming, those that
could not
be either kissed or washed away, so please
don’t
talk to me of war, I have done it all before
my darling ..
So now I’m coming home, for a decent mug
of English
breakfast tea, a slice of toast and homemade
marmalade ..