Andrea Ayvazian
Articles by Andrea Ayvazian
if we dug a huge grave miles wide, miles deep
and buried every rifle, pistol, knife, bullet, bomb, bayonet
if we jumped upon fleets of tanks and fighter jets
Welcome to the 40s," a friend said to me on my birthday
two years ago, "the old age of youth and the youth of old
age." From where I stand, I can see the peaks of 50, 60, and
70 ahead.
