war and peace

agony is
something
hard
to write about
impossible
when it’s
upon you
you’re
stricken
out of
your
wits
can’t sit
still
move
or even
go
decently
mad.

and
when
the abatement
arrives
you are
able to
tabulate
that
period
almost as
if it
had happened
to
somebody
else

because
look at
you
now:

calm
detached

say

cleaning your
fingernails

looking through
a
drawer
for
stamps

applying
polish
to your
shoes

or
paying the
electric
bill.

life is
a
gentle
bore,
discerningly
so.