An Armored Man

an armored man bought  a bread
a french bread … a sliced bread
starving as you are… you have to eat
pure… enjoying the salt
that it’ll give you the life
another night the same man
buy the same bread to you
and your thoughts guiding you to a remembrance
when you had
something more than a salted piece of bread
on your table
and you see yourself
alone… aloneBread

9 thoughts on “An Armored Man

  1. Mirna, the lyricism here is muted by something hard, distant and cold. Well done-I can feel the freezing winds sweep over me. Misha Allport-Fortaleza, Brasil

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