Routine

'Do you have anyone with you?'

Her eyes widen, origami
Fortune teller, seeing 
False futures.

'My husband'

Her hands clasp each other, comfort
In holding something, she 
Wants to hold him, lips 
Open, but silence begins.

Numbness fills her head, fingers
Lie entwined, entrenched 
Soldiers in wait, fate 
Decided before shots fired.

'If I should die, think only this of me:'

I did only as I thought I should. 

As war rages
Outside the swing doors, rogue 
Bullets break the glass, smokers
Clear a path.

Her eyes close, origami
Fortune teller, seeing 
No futures.