Walking Down The Street
for Tim Hetherington & Chris Hondros
Meet my gaze, it's only natural
Look at me as you would a friend
Wait on the way to child or lover
Boss or belligerence, sacred duty
In the family village compound
In Afghanistan, you shot bandits
What do you carry a knife for
When the fruits are all dried?
But my kingdom is a horse
My shoulders, all my humours
I do not count your invisible steps
Or the invisible weights you carry
Afterwards, after the cordite
There's always at least one starer
Beyond the buildings, a hard ship
She's fondling a brick like a future
I will follow you, it's how we move
Till we both gallop across the field
Opposite the glances that break it
A fierce young horse in the yard
The shoes and my silk dressing gown
You know how I yearned for softness
The rounds are closer now, a shit-fight
No better cover here, I run, good night.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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