The picture over there

The one in which she is smiling

 

Look closely

Look at the eyes

 

No, they don’t glitter

They don’t look sad as well

It’s so unemotional

That she looked living dead

 

With those eyes

She had seen it all

The door closing

The fire in the hall

 

The women who were carried

Like goats by butchers

The hands which carried them

The hands which did not touch her

 

She stays put

Peeped through the narrow door slit

She saw him

And she saw him as well

 

A brother she loved

A lover she married

She saw the madness

In their warring bodies

 

It’s morning again

The sun has washed last night’s rain

He comes

And he comes as well

 

She serves them tea

And tries to see them again

Their eyes looked tired

With no sense of remorse

 

And that’s when her eyes froze.