Before
A Serb killed a Croat
And a Croat slew a Muslim
And a Muslim slaughtered a Serb
My cousin Savo had smoked glass
On his VOLVO.
We used to drive around the towns
Watching a cheerful humanity.
They all seemed skin-close
Through the smoked glass.
After my cousin got shot
I took over his vehicle
Placed his corpse next to me
And we drove all the way
Howling silently into new frontiers
Against the wind with a broken windshield
On we advanced into the keen morrow.
