The river raged,
of
all that was lost
and
all that was forfeited,
I think I miss most,
my eyes.
Can't see where we're
headed
now,
despite the new found calm.
Can't anticipate
the bombs,
the obliteration
to come.
The lapse,
now is our companion,
and without
it,
this whole
mess is but
a trifle.

e.campagna