Kashmir

Cannons splinter rocks

On high mountain tops

Frost kills soldiers.

 

Jan Oskar Hansen

Guilt

Linked embryos

Carries a nun's silver cross

She bears our sin.

Jan Oskar Hansen

 

Image

Grim is poverty

The rich find it colourful

When seen on film.

Jan Oskar Hansen

 

Class

I shed the shackles

Of the working class slums

Free now to dream.

Jan Oskar Hansen

Love

After tantrums she laughs

Cooks me a curried chicken

I'm often hungry.

Jan Oskar Hansen

Missing Her

The love was more than food, water and
hugs, she was the defender of the group,
a sentinel that barked in the night.

Unafraid she looked people in the eye
made them uneasy, she saw herself not of
a lesser breed, but as an equal.

But, like me, she didn't understand that
a body gets older and slower, I had a heart
attack; she was run over by the train.

When a dog howls to the moon I know it
isn't her, I smile the melancholy is sweet
and brings good memories.

joh