[1] In the gunmetal sky, a flash of quicksilver - A camera catching me walking on no man’s land Towards where perhaps lightning is different,

Towards where the gods are different, Towards where birds beading the telephone wires Are different, towards where I am different.

[2] Laughter is alike wherever one goes, However as a newspaper today reports Tears in those other places can be different – A girl’s eyes drop hard compact stones instead Of water