Cab W

You would wonder how you caught it
Life could not be real
When realty in your face
This place you would not have come

Could always be worse
Something I repeat all the time
How could it be we lived that way
A certain point there was no choice

Bombs do not fall they are released
Manufactured the most premeditated murder
Discrimination by national origin
Or where you find yourself

From afar war seems small
Up close the world
None of their weapons only kill
Terror beyond comprehending

We shut down parts of ourselves
For good reasons and some good results
Goiter a reasonable idea
Loiter not going anywhere

Here multiples of dimensions
Could always be better
Cab B
Defined by choice

Everything seems large
Or should
Easy to miss
There is one meaning I have in mind

Prose doesn't care
Or so it was written