who will give colour to joe sacco’s
black & white cartoons of goražde
safe haven – & who will go there
is it needed are the people safe?
when will the mist shrouds on
the mountains give up their secrets
these criminals those war dead &
weary – which daughters sons?
how are we to read the inverse
braille of bullet-studded buildings
riverside mosques that pierce the sky
the river itself a great onward flow?
what happened to the primitive generators
the flywheels paddlesteamers hydro-
power creators that fed the people
juice to watch war movies in the dark?
& where do you go joe sacco in your
sleep – is it black & white or do
colours invade that paperthin canvas
& bleed the edges of your stolen dreams?