September 12, 1990

against the wall
the oleander fragrance
the cow manure with pungent smell
the sun baking the earth
I felt the signs painted on the wall
the names layered upon paint the last scratches of
someone's last hour a mark that says
this is the moment there is nothing else
behind the wall a scream of agony
a life passes
new manure for the ground
poppies grow
in the distant fields
oxen carrying wheat to the mill
the wooden wheel turning
in the water the stones grinding seeds
into coarse flour the rhythm continuing
the hunter shoots at the sky killing a bird in flight
that just happened
to pass in that direction