Putin’s war

(poem while reading the news)

Someday the war will end

and the next bullets

will be for collaborators.

What does a collaborator look like?

Where does collaborating stop

and just trying to survive begin?

Hung after a show trial

Turning blue at the end of rope.

Feet trying to climb thin air.

Jeering neighbors the last thing you hear.

A bullet in an alley, your brains

decorating a brick wall sounds better.

Someday the war will end

or will it.

to be continued…

2-12-23