Monday, September 27, 2010

War and Culture

Last night I was in a theater, classic, red waterfalls of velvet.
During the performance I felt a sting on my leg and heard
the people around me in pain, ducking from rapidfire.
On my way to the floor I was shot in the side. 
I crawled as far away from the gunshots as I could before
blacking out.  When I awoke
all of the bodies had been taken outside to military trucks
and I was alone.  I stood 
and I was alive.
I climbed onto the rooftop of the theater 
into a sea of buildings
stepping from one rooftop to another
to escape.