After the War
the bleeding never stops -
slow leak soaks through generations
one shot and death, change
creeping from the shadows of possibly
metamorphosis is a terrible gamble,
more often failure than wild success
she wasn't there - on the corner
where buses exhale harsh air
and concrete waves break against steel
under an apostrophe of time -
but you were, print dress,
fresh smile, a jazz of motion
it's still enough
the bleeding never stops -
slow leak soaks through generations
one shot and death, change
creeping from the shadows of possibly
metamorphosis is a terrible gamble,
more often failure than wild success
she wasn't there - on the corner
where buses exhale harsh air
and concrete waves break against steel
under an apostrophe of time -
but you were, print dress,
fresh smile, a jazz of motion
it's still enough
