Status Updates From Tree of Smoke

Putting a pause on this one. (Technically DNF, but would like to return to it sometime.)

“You’re sad about the kids, sad about the animals, you don’t do the women, you don’t kill the animals, but after that you realize this is a war zone and everybody here lives in it. You don’t care whether these people live or die tomorrow, you don’t care whether you yourself live or die tomorrow, you kick the children aside, you do the women, you shoot the animals.”

A poem doesn’t have to rhyme. It just has to remind you of things and wring them out of you.