The Warning

When I

When I see your empty glances

I feel

All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people.

Normal souls, normal eyes,

In the middle of strange light:

Now the bombs are resting,

And the children are sleeping, now.

AND WE ARE HERE, WITH OUR SHOCKING PAINS,

A WEAK MARKET, A BLACK DAY,

WE ARE STILL LIKE SILLY THINGS,

WITH A LITTLE SMILE.

When I

When I see that leanness, that hands,

I feel

I feel a warning, a warning for all (the) men