Suicide Bomber
Wrong place wrong time
big crowd in the market square
demonstrators milling
heavy atmosphere
tourists exit coach
I kind of see a flash
feel a thud
am covered in
the blood of a child
suicide bomber
mixed with flesh and blood
of fifty others
as I stumble to my feet
and much later
I wonder what must the
suicide bomber feel
when they detonate
the explosion tears
them apart so fast
yet in that instant
when your body mass explodes
you must feel just
some of that
utter violence.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015
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