IMPROVISATION#291
THE MOURNERS

The mourners
hardly spoke
when the war was over
everyone became smaller
in the Square
after the funeral
for the elderly town mayor,
one soul
wore a triangle
with spokes
the only necklace
she could find
with string
on the road
pretending
it was a compass
on the road
for she had no where to go
after the last airplane raid
of the enemy
whom no one knew
burnt up
in the passing snow.