In life, sometimes people see more than
What is there; beauty in a scrap art
Sculpture, the silent life of a busy street;
Some people don’t walk by a beggar
Like the homeless don’t exist – some see
Their story, their pain. Sometimes people
Can see a whole other world right here
In our own, depending on where they stand.
In war, you tune your brain to pick up on
Everything that has meaning because in some way
It could kill you. But overexposure to pain and the suffering
Witnessed – your acute and razor sharp sense to everything
Dulls, and you end up seeing what you need to see. Only that.
Eventually in war you end up seeing less than what is there.
And that scrim stays with you a long time.