Matt Borczon writes

Insomnia

not sleeping

again

at least

there are

no nightmares

just an

empty sadness

like the

space between

banjo notes

I’m watching

a documentary

on WWll

old footage

of a

boxcar

full of

dead bodies

piled like

fire wood

in flickering

black and white

and I

know I

should feel

something

but the

lack of

sleep and

the powerful

and  graphic

images only

remind me

that death

looks the

same in

every war.