image from bbc.co.uk
“My father pulled into Pearl four days after the bombing
& there was no lull--everything was still burning.”
I remember my grandfather saying,
“Hell, what is happiness?
It’s just a lull between chaos & pain.”
As a kid, who could be lulled to sleep watching
paint dry, I never understood.
The lull between the
bombs dropping is more fearsomethan the explosions.
Posted over on dVerse Poets Pub Q2