GARAGEN

2.
You, you are the general. Walking in front of us, no matter what. Thats before it all started, at the time when it was only a rumour. Before it went wrong.
You sang, then, loud, yeah, you did! And we lay listening before the fireplace, like kittens, and outside the waves keps licking the shores, whispering.
That was when you were the general, and we curled in front of you and were given hats and medals, all shining, that was then.
This is now, and this morning the helikoptors came, and the men, and we were gatheret in the tents.
You are the general, we miaw, but you are oh so quiet, and we are kittens in the sack, in water, whispering.
Poem written 2003 by Anders Kjærulff Christensen(c)

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