Searching Google for Geneva,
a bucolic Upstate New York village,
I find startling news of Indonesian troops attacking villagers.

It's hard to imagine.
What brought them to Geneva?
Images form - troops storming ashore from Seneca Lake.

They level the Chamber of Commerce.
They blast the ancient bathhouse.
They rocket limos of tipsy tourists.

They sweep the lake-front lawns, the empty railroad tracks,
pause as artillery opens up on City Hall.
Satchel charges bring down the Opera House curtain.

The attack on villagers grows chaotic, wild,
a scrabble of ancient blood and wheel chair lifts.
Twenty you-call buses secret seniors away.

I imagine the courage of one police officer.
I see him clearly, arms akimbo,
desperate to keep troops on the crosswalk.