violence

I am a lens that would rather forget all it’s seen.
Cover me with the cap so I can fade to black and
wake up walking into walls for the rest of my life.

I don’t want to see all the smoke across the water,
the implosion of buildings, the mirthless replay of
the media implanting the violence in my brain,
an egg in the wall of a woman’s uterus.

I want to close my lens forever
focus on the breakdown of the body
that comes with age and wisdom
rather than the premature deaths of my peers.