Make them blind

      ( To those who asked for retaliation -  Paris bombings, nov '15)
       
  Do you look into those eyes
 and pour in your disgust
for the gun they used in lieu of words
and do you see their hands,
soot stained, clutched over a pinless oval of olive green
and stain their souls with your shock and grief.

Do you see the rubble of their hearts
and hands and guts and feet when
you throw stones of your own,
that envelop all that is rumoured
to be theirs
in a hot orange hug
as your fingers scrounge for justice in the debris
left behind.

Do you look into their eyes and look away
in horror of what you glimpsed?

Did you look into their eyes?
Did you find yourself  a mirror?