Enemy Alien by Lennart Lundh

There are no other men here,
only women and children,
and I’m not welcome.
Looking at me, an old man
seeking a simple favor,
their eyes are, at best,
cautious, at most fearful.
I understand. I’m a father.
I am the enemy incarnate.

A woman with two small daughters
edges past me. Her hands
protect her worldly treasures.
Even on her dark skin
the bruises show, and
her rich island accent
further betrays her thoughts.
An autumn sunset turns the sky.
The girls look away.

This poem first appeared in Poems Against Cancer 2015, a self-published annual fundraiser for the St. Baldrick’s Foundation.

Lennart Lundh is a poet, short-fictionist, historian, and photographer. His work has appeared internationally since 1965. Len’s collections of poetry and short stories can be found at Etsy.com/shop/VisionsWords.

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