OUTSKIRTS OF SANITY
Three ships slipped into the harbour
late last night,
the sound of cannon fire,
broken glass and screaming,
and nobody knew why.
A woman standing inside a door frame
smoking a cigarette
tears running down her cheeks,
'will you ever understand my pain'.
Mosquito nets and ceiling fans,
a woman puts flowers
in a vase,
dishes are collected in a pail,
and a child is born.
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