Evening has folded its wings
Over the city in despair

How much harm
Can be done to a child

A single bruise
Can fill the sky with blood

A single word can close
All the houses of laughter

(Acknowledgements to Paul Eluard)

dawn opens its bright eyes
to a hope gone into black

bleak

beyond the meshed imploded
tossed bodies of

metal & flesh

demands demands
pulling the blinds on
possibility