Balance.

• Author: Susko, Mario
• Position: Poem - Poem

Balance maybe some twenty years from now they'll sit down with their adversaries and over coffee and assorted drinks exchange notes and peruse the maps, entertaining bald historians and strategists with their now polite explanations why they had to kill each other. the atmosphere at a peaceful resort will be cordial, even some jokes offered to unburden the collective conscience while discussing the variables of life and death that once had to create the shortest distance between them. places such as Pig's Head, Turtle Point, Goats Trail will be revisited, coordinates re-examined, hands that held the wheel or hovered above the button will try to be steady again as the memory searches for the orgasmic explosion of color particles. I have now dead future pictures to show, any unmarked grave that could be my mother's, any lit window once mine, as I sit in a dark empty room in a...