Citizen Kim Lee

There is a camera above my head looking at this
Collection of bones, noses, eyes, ears,
Bits of hair, silver bracelets and teeth.
False teeth.

All on the table in front of me.
The camera is showing the result of the war.
Two – nil, china.
Bone china.

A hidden camera briefly turned on
Slowly recording each tear
Reporting back to you, master.

The masses add to my selection of
Human remains, photographs, children.
Born and unborn.

I am struggling so hard to keep crying
But I need another drink
And the shops are closed.