the opposite viewed in real time



I watched men return to their destruction

reversed ruin in the puzzle of time

I watched the bullets fly in wrong directions

enter the guns that first fired them



backward flying planes.

they must have been a sight to see



missiles torn and taken back

to the men ordered to harm me



the knife repairs the wound

the eraser creates the line

beginnings fit into an hour

opposites viewed in real time



wake up:

dazed on the battlefield

shells scatter and run away

this place is familiar. it's where I grew up.



the earth was created with a bomb.



it slips away. that is true.

time does fly, but where does it go to?



my crippled pride before you burns

I am but a weak shell of existence

on a calendar

marked and dated for my return