A toothless smile brings you to this place:
Her wrinkles are filled with fables
Of fine warriors, and love stories
Brought to their final rest
In the reckless drone-drawn dawn – –
Her eyes glow through the rubble
Of memories and the grief of forgetting – –
One of a kind, she grasps
The sense of what you mumble.
Her weathered words and flailing arms
Urge you to nod in agreement
Or keep a profound silence – –
This is no time for shallow repartees:
History is here and now.