Another Time
This morning I scraped all the
Skin off my face so I could
See myself in the mirror.
The light in my head flickered.
An explosion like a bomb
Went off below our field.
I talked till I listened.
It was the day I came back
From witness protection.
I stood at this chalkboard
Again wondering what was next.
A cannon blast. A gong.
Cloth ripping in the sky.
Every dog howling.
The neighbor’s rooster alarming.
It’s coming back, the words,
The sensations,
The great grey lifting.
I am me another time.
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