April 19, 1995: A Cold Morning

On a cold morning waiting for the ride.

April 19, 1995: A Cold Morning

Bob Komives

Attracted in
to buy a coffee
from a pale face staring at a screen.
Common pain in common bonds.
Bonds hold what bombs kill.
Arms hold what arms kill.
Human arms attached to hearts.
Human arms detached . . .

Repulsed out
to drink the coffee
as a potion to shed this human skin,
to sever bonds,
to disown bombs—
to shed this human skin.
Still.
Still, skin does not shed;
bonds do not sever.

Oh, waiting!
Oh, mourning!
Cold morning

Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 1995 :: April 19, 1995 :: ,9615