I guess it's at least ten years
since I was invited to dinner,
maybe five since I entertained
anyone here.
Before that, I received or was invited
at least once a week.
Life changes. Apparently
I'm an old man
with two short arms and a Pacemaker.
(I have to cut off the cuffs of my shirts.)
Next week I could be ashes
in a crematorium
in south-western France, not
southern Poland.
Changes, Switches.
One-zero, one-zero.
To kill certain people or certain
types of people is Obligatory
for certain people during a war.
Then, suddenly, it is forbidden
War is the pride of religion.
Millions are never invited
to share food with others.
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