Paris 2014

We listened to plane trees' roots burrowing 

into pale soil where dogs briefly scrape. 

We tasted tight tendons, vulnerable below stylish pants, 

so vulnerable on the hindquarters of tiny dogs.

We saw les enfants juifs, on small legs, disappear 

into the vast plains where weak sinews laid roots.

We felt the gunfire that made aluminium chairs

scrape against ancient limestone. 

We remembered; touched, smelled, heard, saw

the plains where one bite at the heel was fatal.