The bomb, by Daniela Elza

      i.

      part of my school curriculum
      included:

      to assemble a kalashnikov
      in less than three minutes
      then aim.

      before we had even learned to
      get along with each other.

      we were never too young
      for military education.

      ii.

      if they asked me, I would say:
      give me words to assemble
      to fire.

      I can program words.
      their knobs much more sensitive
      to where they stand

      what comes after
      their small brilliant explosions.

      iii.

      the clock shows the same time today
      despite yesterday's shredded sky

      witness to the mirror cracking
      to bowls blazed by the fire

      that made them
      the hesitation of wounds
      wiping out the what-came-before.
      this memory.

      at noon today
      the heat is less intense. quiet

      the world changed.

      iv.

      I get up different every morning.
      layers of difference so thin
      mostly unnoticed.

      today my face not quite in focus
      reflects in another's eyes
      even I notice it—

      a double glazed window
      the two images not quite together
      not separate enough.

      v.

      The bomb did not explode
      where it was supposed to
      as if "supposed to" is

      a Given—

      that makes all the difference
      in the Taking.


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