Intrusion
Sometimes
I think I see soldiers
swarming down
over our hillside
in among the clumps of bushes
and down along the brown pathways
to converge and spread in waves
over our town,
and all at once
the homes, laden with
fifty years of peace
fall together in clouds of smoke,
and skimpy white flags dangle
on naked trees
to flutter limply
for no one to see.