Their lives are made of thousands of tragedies
of people whose world is constrained by fences
of weapons-assembly factories.

I saw those men through the fences’ gaps,
and I was blinded by shine of their machine,
that created for a humane extermination of life.

I liked to play with a broken bottle,
Imagined it was a boat in a stormy flow
In waste waters that had dissolved pieces of metal.

I wish I were smaller -
So that to fit into that piece.
It could have been a cabin of the Ferris wheel,
Could have risen above the concrete walls
And seen hundreds of new attractions.