I could never be what was needed,
the peace negotiator was murdered
in Belgrade, during the battle of trust
against the savage Serbs.
And without negotiators,
there will never be peace.
platitudes and flattery
won a tenuous retreat
so that my wounds could fester
in love’s mad jungle.
Reaching the edge,
there is no satisfaction
at being gun shy;
Not when there’s a war on.
I have been here before.
I have not died.