A poem to Remedy the illness.

Cynthia Cruz

Just a breath, the white palace of your death

In the smallest of beds in Cairo.

I ate a single boiled egg

In seven days 

To mourn

The memory of you. 

Of soldiers,

There are always too many. 

In olive costume, their pretty

Black boots

Click inside the locked white dream

Of my sleep.

CURA

 - This poem is tender and sweet, yet passive and grey. It plays on short phrase and words to describe bigger events. Poems like these are very interesting if you are trying to hide a bigger picture or description. Cynthia Cruz is one of my Favorite Poets.