Mother of War

...

Naked in
my living room,
in my rug.

My husband in the war
don't ask me witch one...
Some war.

I thought I was pregnant
when he left
Now I don't know
if he will come alive

I have thoughts of
airplanes flying my head
with little babies piloting

plots of oblivion
and tarnation

and nobody to
eat my pastrami

Collage, Poem plus Mix Media by C.L.DeMedeiros