Para Is Able
…as she partakes in real time drama
her legs shot to pieces by foreign pursuit
Kin and friends have chipped in for wooden
crutches much easier to avoid land mines
in any case and thus she seems content
A satellite dish towering over the ruble
projects a shiny world of alien domination
doubles up as a parasol in the scorching sun
The screen is vivid and livid with many a
persona non-grata and the stigma of Kain’s
recurring news adorning foreheads of gory glory
She cannot forget and must remember to
pass on the baton and story to her descendants
and she is lucky to have born two children
despite the sucked-up fact that she feels
little below the floor of pelvic give and take
By law of statistics comprehending her dire
situation Para is quite normal because walking legs
come as a premium and so she forgives and
hopes that her son will not join the militia and
her daughter can bear the cross in dignity…
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