Five past seven in the evening,
back home from walking in the crisp,
clear evening air, scattered clouds
and deepening blue above, golden
hue in the horizon, the Sun shining
to other eyes now, an hour spent
walking through memories,
and how many people did they kill
in occupied Palestine, Sudan,
Kinshasa's Congo and Myanmar
when I walked step in step with
my ghosts in twilight solitude?
21.03.2025
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